The Most Popular Genre

A fiction is figments imagined as things and people. The story is sequences of arrangement that make the figments seem real and alive. It is all an illusion we willingly allow ourselves to believe. We do so for the fun of it.

ACTION-ADVENTURE

The action is usually a chase or combat. The adventure is usually a quest or an escape.

A hero is typically the protagonist. A villain is typically the antagonist. The roles can be reversed. If the story is from the villain’s perspective, the hero is probably vilified.

Monsters are common enemies. They are usually feral. If they are people of a sort, they are villains. When a monster is a protagonist, he is a hero, even if as a sympathetic villain.

Ordinary people typically abound in the world of an action-adventure. They are the plentiful victims of monsters and villains. They are the expendable goons of the villains. They are the animated props of locales such as cities or fortresses.

The mechanics of action-adventure are not the appeal of the genre. The thrills they produce are. Everything about the fiction must thrill us. Everything else is either supplementary or extraneous.

Danger is thrilling. Violence is thrilling. Sexuality is thrilling. These are all aspects of action-adventure accordingly.

I write books and illustrate the covers. The genre is usually action-adventure. My horror stories are usually survival horror, a subgenre of action-adventure. My work is dramatic. It is meaningful. Most of all, it must be thrilling.

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My Inspired Fancy

I grew up watching television. My favorite scenes were the unceremonious killing of unimportant characters. There was no blood and guts. The victims winced and dropped.

The killers were usually monsters or villains. The victims were normal people. The killings were impersonal and casual. They were easy… and inconsequential. The hero saved the day. The droves of hapless normal people made no difference: They did not matter.

My favorite victims were young, uniformed and armed. They were specialized in the use of force… yet proved helpless victims. The hero or group of heroes were the only ones who could match the monster or villain.

My fancy was especially gratifying when the killer was the hero and the victims were the nameless baddies. This was the same idea but the moral alignment was reversed. Everything else remained the same. The expendable baddies being normal people was better than them being robots or monsters. I did love it when the hero was a monster.

I watched movies. I read books and comic books. I played games. The unceremonious killing of unimportant characters were my favorite moments in all of them.

I write books and illustrate the covers. My fancy is a major theme in my work. It was and is my inspiration to be a writer and illustrator.

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Just One

A human being is a person, an individual. Humanity is impersonal; families, tribes, nations, empires and races. It is generations. It is languages. It is religions. It is male and female.

God grieved in his heart and repented he made man upon the earth.

Individuals are sacrificed in the feuds of families and in the wars of tribes, nations and empires. The races dislike themselves and other races. The old exploit the young and the young forsake the old. People associate with those they have little in common with other than language… and shun those they have much in common with other than language. What should be spiritual is worldly instead, and divides rather than unites. Men dominate women and women subvert men.

Humanity is an abject failure.

A human being is a lonely creature. He loses himself in the crowd, whether it be his family or tribe or nation or empire or race. He explains himself as his generation. He speaks a language with nothing to say. His religion is what he believes, not what he lives. His sex is all about sex, and nothing more.

A human being must transcend his humanity. He shall languish otherwise, whether in vanity or despair. As a man he must be dauntless and as a woman he must be nurturing. His religion must be truth-- and his way of life accordingly. He must speak the truth, regardless of language, and for all to hear. His generation is his moment and he shall not squander it. He is faithful to the empire he lives in, and is loyal to his nation, tribe and family. He stands out in the crowd, for he is truly an individual. He takes personal initiative to do what is right, as the friend of all who would be friendly.

Pride shall not avail you. Losing yourself in one crowd or another renders you a nonentity. No matter your herd, you shall be a lamb gathered for the slaughter.

Of all the countless human beings ever made or to be made, a mere twenty-four shall be individuals in the presence of God. Everyone else gets filed away or thrown away.

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Nuclear Weapons or Worse

If the atomic bomb had never been developed, the Cold War would have been waged for years instead of decades. It would have escalated into Word War III. The German Army would be reactivated and many of the same men who fought against the Soviet Union would do so again, but alongside the British and Americans.

The USSR would lose, but not easily. Ravaged Europe would be ravaged all the more. The millions of dead would become millions more. If the West pressed into Russia, the devastated country would be destroyed.

The world would be hardened by the endless warfare. Cruelty would be normalized. Everything at every level would be decided by force.

The atomic bomb was developed. It has delayed World War III, but not indefinitely. That war shall be waged, and ultimately with nuclear weapons. The world shall be ravaged into a wasteland and most people shall die.

Humanity developed the atomic bomb instead of the time machine.

Why the one and not the other? Of course those who fancy themselves wise can ramble reasons on end. They are wrong. The reason is much simpler than their small and narrow minds can comprehend.

Nuclear weapons are meant to destroy civilization… but not yet. They shall temper the warmongering of the world till the Moment of Truth. Imagination and creativity shall thrive in the meantime.

A time machine would disrupt the meantime… so is simply not allowed. The hours have already been decided and are not to be changed. Mind you, the wicked would do more harm with a time machine than they ever could with an atomic bomb.

Ugly is the New Beautiful

There is a recent trend in the Western mainstream to desexualize women. They are not to be sexy in movies, shows, games or advertisements.

I am disinterested in desexualized women. They are boring aspects of the culture unless young and comely. No, I do not think the same of men in the mainstream. MEN and WOMEN are different and I hold them to different standards accordingly.

My disinterest is not a choice. It is natural. Women are sexy or uninteresting. It is unnatural to be otherwise. Of course there are the exceptions… but not really. We are especially proud of our mothers and sisters if they are sexy. Women are especially proud of themselves if sexy.

My favorite genre as a reader, viewer, player and writer of fiction is action-adventure. The hero is the heart of the story. The women decide his greatness.

A hero is supposed to be virile. His heroics are not enough. No matter his prowess, if women do not find him irresistibly attractive, we do not respect him. The damsel in distress must want him. This is why Han Solo was greater than Luke Skywalker, though Luke was the greater warrior.

The idea of desexualizing women is uninspired thus uninspiring. It is a bad idea accordingly, especially as a criterion for things that must inspire to be relevant: art, music, dance and fiction.

Woman

I fancy women. They are sexy to me. Their sexiness is not merely their form. It is their voices, mannerisms and quirks.

The same person is a little girl then a woman then an old woman. She is very different as these three things. I am fascinated by this.

I have looked at old women and imagined them as young, knowing they once were. They were silly when little. They were sensual when adults. They are grim in their later years, for better or worse.

Every old woman was once a young woman and every young woman was once a little girl. Not every little girl grows up, however, and not every young woman grows old.

What is a “woman” in the spiritual sense? It is not her youth. It is not her maturity. It is not her sexuality, since many “women” perish before such a thing develops or they continue on when such a thing is no longer relevant.

Woman is Man as a female. She is his femininity as a person. Everything about her is in the nature of Man, but as its own creature.

There shall be neither male nor female in the new heaven and the new earth. Humans shall be like the angels in this regard. Like the angels, they shall be feminine or masculine. It shall be a matter of personality rather than anatomy. WHO a woman is shall define her, not WHAT she is. That is also why there shall be neither Greek nor Jew.