True to Life

Humanity is individuals as male or female. It is families as races and a species divided into cultures, factions and nations.

Most individuals are insignificant. The nameless many instead identify as male or female by family, race, culture, faction or nation.

I write fiction. I populate imaginary worlds with imaginary people. Like in reality, most of these people are insignificant. They are nameless accordingly, instead recognized by their sex, race, culture, faction and nationality. They have no other identity.

Unlike everyone else, main characters are significant as individuals. Their sex, family, race and nation are incidental. Their personality is more important than their culture and decides their role in a faction.

I realized fiction is true to life in the simplest of terms. The heroes and villains are important. No one else really is, except as nonentities to save or slaughter.

Bad for Now

My circle of friends is broken. I live alone. My finances are dependent on my unskilled labor as a middle-aged man with injuries. My creative endeavors languish in obscurity.

Optimism is wishful thinking. There are no signs of things getting better.

I am blamed for my troubles. I am told I should do this or could have done that, blah, blah, blah. Never mind that I never rob or exploit. I work for my living. I work hard. I literally broke my back acting above and beyond for the very capitalists who fired me for it.

Humanity is a prolific species of lonely creatures. My friends drift away, sooner or later, and usually with little or no warning. I am loved when convenient and disliked at a whim. I am told this is not a problem since it happens with everyone. It is especially a problem because it happens with everyone!

I take care of myself as best I can. I am thrifty and mind my health.

I never sacrifice other people. On the contrary: I am mindful to never gain at their expense. My good deeds are secrets.

I would be blessed to reap what I sow. I am instead cursed by the endless grind of a world going nowhere. I am crushed by the grinding.

Artistic Vanity

I am a nobody who writes books and illustrates the covers. My work languishes in obscurity. It shall most likely fade away, unnoticed into oblivion.

I am frustrated by my inability to achieve fame and fortune. I am disheartened by the disinterest in my work. I do feel as if I am striving in vain.

Do you draw or paint or sculpt? Do you write poems or novels? Do you sing or dance? Do you write music? In other words: ARE YOU AN ARTIST?

I turn my daydreams into words and pictures. It is my art to do so. My thoughts and feelings are clarified by the effort. By bothering to articulate what I imagine, I refine it. By turning it into product, I can share it. I have inspired people, though very few.

Is there a point to my pointless toil? Am I achieving anything by my relentless failure? Do I have anything to show for what remains unnoticed?

I am an artist for better or worse. That I even bother must count for something... otherwise it is best to be feckless.

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Surprisingly Sexy

Young women and manly men are sexy by default. This is why they are the usual sexiness of art and fiction. This is why an adventure story was typically about a warrior rescuing a fair damsel.

Other things are sexy too, and some of them universally. Uniforms are such: Men and women are especially attractive wearing them. People love women cringing and screaming in fear: Such was the damsel in distress at her sexiest. It is her superiority over the “Mary Sue” that was supposed to replace her… and failed to do so.

I write and illustrate fiction. The sexiness of my work is the most important aspect. It energizes everything else.

The sexiest thing to me of all art and fiction is a hairy monster effortlessly breaking the neck of a clueless guard. It was three panels in a comic book I happened upon in 1983.

I have incorporated what is sexiest to me into my own art and fiction. It shall never be as sexy to others as it is to me, however. It is not even sexual, actually. The erotica is exclusive to my imagination.

I write and illustrate what I imagine. People shall read and see from their own perspective. What is sexy to me may be nothing of the sort to them… but they may be aroused by something I did not even consider sexual. Someone may be inspired by a scene or illustration beyond what it was meant to be… and that is a good thing.

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Motion Pictures

Since childhood, I imagined writing, directing and starring in movies. I would compose the soundtrack and design the props and costumes.

I grew up making toys and costumes. I improvised and directed a short play. I wrote stories and illustrated them. I wrote scripts. I have since acted and voice acted. I compose music.

The child is now a middle-aged man. I write books and illustrate the covers. I create the title fonts. I still compose music and voice act.

I still imagine making movies. I think I would have been good at it, one of the best. Alas, reality is what it is, not what I imagine.

My interest in movies is as an artist. The fame and fortune give me influence and resources. The motion picture itself is pictures, prose, fashion and music as one and the same. Movies are the ultimate artistic medium… because it is all of them.

Youngsters tell me video games have replaced movies as the ultimate medium. They argue that games now have every aspect of motion pictures but as something interactive.

It is counterproductive to limit imagination to the unimaginative, which is most people. As a writer of fiction I know it is generally better to deny readers a say. A good story is consistent and meaningful. It has connotations and nuance. The end fulfils the beginning. A video game can only match a movie if it limits the choices of the players, turning the game into a movie.

Wayward Fashion Sense

I finished my c.65,000 word novel The Wayward Monster Girl on April 2, 2025. I started reading it on April 4^th and finished it on April 6^th. It proved better than I thought it was while writing it.

The story is a surreal adventure about a little girl who becomes a monster… yet remains a little girl. She kills people. Most of her victims are other children, little girls conscripted by the villains. She drinks blood… and likes it.

I wrote what was supposed to be a short story for the collection Stories of a Weird World. The setting is the Weird World universe, a dreamlike version of our world. The story became its own book. It was written for no other reason than to give an illustration context.

Since childhood, my favorite thing to imagine is the easy killing of clueless guards. These victims are usually armed and uniformed foot soldiers of villainy. Though the Imperial Stormtroopers of Star Wars are my very favorite in the mainstream, I generally prefer women in alluring costumes.

The Wayward Sentry Girl is the foot soldier of villainy of Weird World. She is not a woman, however. In her universe, most people are either children or elderly. She is a child. She is barefoot. Her uniform is a sleeveless white shirt and skimpy red bottoms. A blue “W” is on the breast of the shirt.

I wondered what the type would look like if I reversed the color scheme. I turned the white black, the red green and the blue orange. I liked what I saw… though not better than the original scheme. I made it the uniform of “elite” troops to explain why it is in use but by fewer girls.

Strangely True

Our dreams are weird, as is our favorite fiction. The strangeness is strangely normal. The nonsense makes sense in context.

The very best non-fiction is actually fiction. It is legends and propaganda taken seriously. Uninspiring reality is dramatized into wonderful stories. We are inspired by what is imagined, even if we are horrified by it. Dreams, even as nightmares, are wonderful.

Truth is what it is, not what we believe or imagine. The best fiction is true. Its realism grounds it. Its weirdness expands our consciousness. The story is a dream we experience while awake. We see reality play out in a fantasy. Everything is summarized and clarified as symbols and scenarios.

Jesus taught in parables! He told the truth as a storyteller.

There is nothing weirder ever written than the Book of Ezekiel and the Book of Revelation.

Fantasy. Science fiction. These are weirdness as genres. They are The Chronicles of Narnia and The Lord of the Rings and Star Trek and Star Wars and The Cthulhu Mythos and Alien. They are the classics, quite literally, as Classical Mythology.

I write fiction. It is weird. The stories are fantasies as truth. They are waking dreams I give to everyone to dream. As of now, they languish in obscurity… as did the Arkham Cycle written by H.P. Lovecraft. It will be a success to fail as he did.

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My Claim to Fame

I write fiction. I finished nine books in less than two years. I illustrated their covers and created the title fonts in that time.

I am not making money writing fiction. On the contrary: The time I spent cost me hundreds of dollars. It is an expense not a career to do what I do. It is all worth it, however. A have books in print to show for myself. They are priceless as art… though worthless as commodities.

The two Sorcerer novels are military science fiction. The two Weird World books are surreal horror. The five Black Death novellas are black comedy action-adventure.

My work languishes in obscurity… for now. I sympathize with H.P. Lovecraft. His work, like my own, was weird and unappreciated.

My thematic specialty is the foot soldier of villainy archetype, female versions specifically. If my work ever becomes famous, it shall not be because of this. Readers may appreciate this oddity of mine, but not of itself. The context I provide shall make it interesting.

What few people read my work say the dialog is believable as real people speaking, the descriptions are easy to visualize and the immersion is beyond the stories themselves. If my work ever becomes famous, these three traits shall be why.

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7 or 9

My novel The Wayward School for Girls began as the idea that most people are children. There was no story in mind. There was only the realization that most adults are childish. I imagined the reality as literal.

My thematic specialty is the foot soldier of villainy archetype, female versions specifically. The characters are always young in my work. They are always ordinary. They are typically adults because I want these useless antagonists to be at their best, so that their inglorious fate is deserved.

The foot soldiers of villainy are action-adventure characters. They set the standard of ordinary by which heroes are measured. The story would be an action-adventure accordingly.

The best mainstream use of children as the nameless baddies is the 1999 video game Silent Hill. A school is infested with the dehumanized students who bullied the daughter of the protagonist. The hero slaughters them in droves, and not to avenge his daughter. The children swarm him relentlessly. They are the mindless servants of the evil trying to be born.

The setting of my fiction would be a school, like it was for the child soldiers of villainy in Silent Hill.

I started writing what became the novel The Wayward School for Girls before I even knew what I was going to make of it. I finished fifty days later. I illustrated the cover a week after that.

I decided from the beginning that the children of the story would all be the same age. The heroes and nameless baddies would all be little girls. I had yet to decide what age, exactly and what costumes the characters would be wearing.

In the book Through the Looking-Glass, the sequel to Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, the protagonist states that she is “seven and a half years exactly.” I decided the girls in my story would be seven years old… but changed my mind before finishing. The dialog of the characters would be more interesting if they were slightly older… so I turned them all into nine-year-olds. The actress Fairuza Balk was nine years old when she played Dorothy Gale in the wonderfully scary movie Return to Oz. Her performance gave an example of what I preferred.

I have written many books, several of them novels. I consider The Wayward School for Girls to be among my best, if not my best. It is a long and adventurous nightmare as survival horror… and I enjoyed the ride. I hope those who read it have as much fun doing so as I did writing it.

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The Wayward Interzone

I read the novel Naked Lunch… and was amazed by how similar it is to my novel The Wayward School for Girls. Both books are surreal to the point of absurdity. Both are strangely violent and sexual. The main difference between the two novels is that the erotica of Naked Lunch is generally homosexual and that of The Wayward School for Girls is generally heterosexual.

Boys are the victims of lust killing in Naked Lunch. They are murdered for the viewing pleasure of patrons in a nightclub and hung from the ceiling. Girls are the victims in The Wayward School for Girls. The principal calls students to his office and has his way with them, murdering them when is he finished.

Naked Lunch is about a man on the run from the authorities. He ventures into exotic lands while doing so. The Wayward School for Girls is about two little girls on the run from the authorities. They venture into strange lands while doing so. These stark similarities are coincidental.

Naked Lunch was written by William S. Burroughs. It was published in 1959, when the author was forty-five years old. The Wayward School for Girls was written by me, Shawn O’Toole, when I was fifty-three years old.

Burroughs was a hedonist. He indulged in every pleasure. His novel is about indulgence. Interestingly, he is honest about the consequences of such a lifestyle. Everything is expressed matter-of-fact, rather than as social commentary.

I am wholesome. I seldom indulge. My novel is about indulgence, however. The villains rape and kill but the protagonists enjoy killing too. Everything is expressed honestly. My fantasies are unabashed.

I wrote The Wayward School for Girls and read Naked Lunch in 2024. They are both weird fiction erotica of a type seldom read or written. I am glad I am not the only one to fancy such a style.

World War of Another World

As of March 11, 2025, my novels Sorcerer of the Realm and Blood of the Sorcerer are perhaps my best work yet. They are military science fiction.

The world is very much like our own… yet quite different. Speech was never confounded into languages. Contagions are unheard of. Weapons of mass destruction are obsolete.

The history is very much like our own… yet quite different. The continents are named after the sons of Noah. The Confederacy won the War Between the States and became the Empire of the Golden Circle. Adolf Hitler is Adolphus Wolf and takes over the European Union in a 1930s that are the modern day.

The universe of the fiction is White Empires. The world is ruled by six powers, five of them of the race of Japheth, white people. The sixth is Japanese as the Empire of Dawn.

Britain is Albion. The United States and Confederate States are of New Japheth. The Soviet Union is still the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. The European Union as the 3^rd Reich is the Great Realm of Japheth.

I love strategy games, especially as world conquest scenarios. Though I created White Empires as a setting for prose, I did have such games in mind.

The Sorcerer books are pre-war stories about covert operations and counter-insurgencies. The inevitable war shall be between the Axis and Allies. The Axis powers shall be the Great Realm of Japheth, the Empire of Dawn and the Confederate States of New Japheth. The Allies shall be the Albish Empire, the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics and the United States of New Japheth.

The Axis shall be outnumbered and outgunned. Its only advantage shall be taking the initiative. Once is makes its move it must win quickly. It cannot conquer the Allied empires, mind you. The Axis can be conquered by them, however, though not easily.

The Realm invades the Soviet Union from the west and the Empire of Dawn invades from the east. The Albish Empire and the United States declare war on the Realm and the Empire of Dawn. The Confederacy invades the Midwest region of the United States. The Axis hopes to conquer the Soviet Union quickly then sue for peace. The Confederacy shall relinquish its gains for recognition by the United States of Missouri and Kentucky as Confederate states.

If the Axis wins…

The Soviet Union is divided into new regions of the Great Realm of Japheth and the Empire of Dawn. The United States normalizes diplomacy and trade with the Confederacy.

If the Allies win…

The Empire of Dawn falls and Dawn is reduced to a vassal state. The Realm and the Confederacy are dissolved, their states small and weak divided and kept that way.

Awaiting the Spotlight

The greatness of art and fiction is decided by very few. When influential people tout something, everyone is interested. When the influential few lose interest, so does everyone else.

I write books and illustrate the covers. My work is not yet noticed by the influential few. If it is, it must interest them… or my work shall languish in obscurity.

I think my fiction is among the best ever written. Whether it is or not, it is not yet popular. It is unknown to those who could tout it to greatness.

Who are these influential few? They can be authors, publishers, critics, actors, producers, politicians, singers, scholars, editorialists, internet influencers or whatever else. They are either famous and influence the public directly or important among those who are famous.

Is my fiction among the best ever written? I think so… but I am not among the influential few. Ultimately, it is for them to decide.

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Apocalypse

The true horror of nuclear weapons is not their destructive power… but rather their lack of it. Though they can kill by the millions in an instant, millions more are left to die slowly. Victims shall languish in agony from burns or they shall starve to death.

People flippantly remark that we should nuke other people. Not everyone is serious when they say such a thing. Everyone who does mean it is evil, regardless of their self-righteous indignation. They are stupid, confident that they can terrorize the world into submission.

A limited nuclear war? Wars do not escalate anymore? Seriously? The mindless brutes are mindless indeed. Their sophistries of apocalypse without consequences demonstrate what Jesus meant when he said, “professing themselves wise, they became fools.”

There shall be a nuclear war. It shall not end the world in an instant. It shall wage for years, the most horrible years ever. There shall never be a worse year afterwards. Humanity shall have its hell on earth… and in vain.

Tightrope Writing

My art and fiction are too extreme for the mainstream… but too tame for the undercurrent of the mainstream. The sexuality and violence are the problem either way.

I write books and illustrate the covers. The stories are usually about comely girls uniformed in alluring costumes as the easy victims of heroic violence. The illustrations are usually these girls.

People dislike that female characters are killed, and by the heroes. Other people are disappointed that the violence does not include sexual assault.

I write and render what I fancy, to be clear. My art, as words and pictures is what I want it to be. I am always trying to share the fun I have daydreaming. The fiction and illustrations are refined versions of my whimsical fantasies.

The sexuality and violence of my art and fiction is how I imagine it for my own pleasure. It is as extreme or tame as I personally prefer.

I am sensitive to the sensibilities of the mainstream. I am mindful of the fancies of the undercurrent. Alas, to oblige the one is to exclude the other and vice versa. I am uninspired lest true to myself, regardless.

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Books Grow on Trees

I have been drawing pictures since my childhood in the 1970s and writing stories since my adolescence in the 1980s. In the 2020s I write books and illustrate the covers, doing both things of my youth as the same project. Then again, I did likewise though differently in the 1980s, when I wrote, drew and colored pages of comic books I never finished.

My reason for creativity is what it was from the beginning. My interests have not changed, though they have matured.

I am supremely confident as an artist. My work is never perfect. On the contrary: It is sometimes inarguably ridiculous. My inspirations are likewise, however. I have yet to read a book or comic book, watch a show or movie or play a video game that cannot be complained about ad nauseam. I have yet to love something not hated by other people.

I do wonder if my work is good or not. Of course some of it is better than others. I create what I want to create and how I want it, but art must inspire other people to be good. I can daydream without writing or rendering what I imagine, so there is no point in writing books and illustrating the covers for me alone.

I have a strong sense that my work is not only good… but very good. My fiction is better than the classics and its covers shall be appreciated as the true vision of the author.

Like Abraham, I grow old waiting for my wish to come true. Likewise, it seems unlikely. My hope is unrealistic and I am deemed a fool for hoping. I believe in myself and my belief is scoffed as a delusion of grandeur.

Judge the tree by the fruit it bears. I am fruitful in my life as a mortal man. I write books and illustrate the covers. I create the title fonts. I have product to show for all my hard work. Getting it to market is difficult, especially since there is no market for what I offer quite yet. My work is different than what the world expects. The difference shall make all the difference, however.

I am a man of the spirit, not a man of the flesh. Though as mortal and only human as anyone else, I am immortal and supernatural at heart. My stories are parables, as they were when Jesus was a storyteller. The themes are worldly but the message is divine.

Style and Message

I write fiction. My style emphasizes dialog and generalizes descriptions. I illustrate the covers and create the title fonts.

My genre is weird fiction, usually as action-adventure. Much of my work is horror but most of this is survival horror.

My thematic specialty is the foot soldier of villainy archetype, female versions specifically. Their role in the stories is as unimportant characters, more often than not. The erotica is nuanced rather than overt, with few exceptions. The sexiness is generally that the nameless baddies are comely girls uniformed in alluring costumes. The heroes are typically female.

I strive to make my stories immersive. I do so mindful to match the pacing of the read with the experience of the characters. The dialog must be from the perspective of those speaking, even if at the expense of the reader knowing what is being talked about. The motives of the characters must be their own, regardless of the plot.

A good story has a moral and my fiction is never an exception. The meaning is always spiritual, and I do not mean as religious indoctrination. The social commentary is a matter of context, not the actual message. My fiction celebrates personal excellence at the expense of collective mediocrity.

SILENT HILL: Homecoming

Silent Hill is a survival horror franchise. It is video games, movies and comic books. Its style is ambient and its themes emotional, psychological and sexual. The first game, the beginning of the franchise, was inspired by Shadow over Innsmouth by H.P. Lovecraft and Twin Peaks, among other things. The second game, the one that defined the franchise, was especially inspired by Twin Peaks.

I love Silent Hill. I loved Twin Peaks before playing, watching and reading Silent Hill. I write books and illustrate the covers. Much of my work is inspired by these two franchises.

My favorite Silent Hill is the games. The second game is inarguably the best… but my personal favorite is the first. My second favorite is typically hated by Silent Hill fans: Homecoming.

I love everything hated by those who hate Silent Hill: Homecoming. The protagonist is an excellent fighter rather than a normal person fighting desperately as a normal person. The Nurses are ubiquitous and highly sexualized.

People argue that Silent Hill is horror, so playing a warrior is inappropriate. They argue that the sexualized Nurses introduced in the second game were as they were symbolically, thus, without context in Homecoming.

The monsters must represent the psychology of the protagonist? What did the Numb Bodies or the Insane Cancers of Silent Hill 3 represent? What about the Split Heads, Mumblers and Air Screamers of the first game?

The protagonist must be a normal person? SPOILER ALERT: The protagonist of Homecoming was born and raised in a sect of the mysterious religion of Silent Hill. His family was charged with hunting and killing monsters that wandered into the real world from the Otherworld. His being a proficient warrior is given context appropriate to the lore!

Another complaint about Homecoming is that it is Western. Silent Hill is Japanese, though set in the United States of America. Japan already made four games. The franchise already has its Japanese flavor. What is so insufferably wrong about an American company making a game set in America?

The only thing I disliked about Silent Hill: Homecoming is that you cannot get the “good” ending unless you euthanize your mother. Other than that, the final act was much better than they were in previous games. There is a villain and the villainy makes grim sense. As strange as the universe is, it was wonderfully humanized.

My Fantastic Inspirations

The Wizard of Oz (1939) is the greatest movie ever made. No motion picture has had such a profound and lasting influence on culture, not even close.

I write fiction. My stories are books but the greatest movie ever made was based on a book. Though drastic changes were made, no book, no movie.

The Wizard of Oz was strange, adventurous and sometimes scary. Its plot was immersive and its characters endearing. The stakes were life and death. The protagonist was a heroine in the classical sense: She ventured into danger willingly and ultimately slew the villain.

Alice in Wonderland (1951) is inarguably a classic. It is a horror movie, despite its silliness. The protagonist is a little girl who falls into a fairyland of madness. The natives are maniacal and ramble nonsense. They eventually chase the girl, to chop off her head.

The movie was based on two books. I read them. Though the stories were as silly as that of the movie, they were not scary. There was never danger. Though the Queen of Hearts ordered beheadings, the condemned were always pardoned.

I grew up inspired by the adventure that was The Wizard of Oz (1939) and the scariness of Alice in Wonderland (1951). Their strangeness made it all the better. Though they were supposedly ridiculous, I took them seriously. I still do. My own work is better for it.

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More Fun than I can Imagine

My sexual fantasies seldom involve me. They are seldom wishful thinking. Most of them would not be recognized as sexual by most people. 

I am an artist. I write books and illustrate the covers. I create the title fonts. I compose music. I was always a daydreamer. I channel my waking dreams into creative projects.

I am uninterested in copulating with other people. The very idea disgusts me, actually. Naked bodies are not the problem. It is the exchange of fluids. I would rather not.

As a man, I am aroused by what I see, first and foremost. Young women are the sexiest thing to me… but not really. The imaginary Imperial Stormtroopers of Star Wars are, but only in context. Their look alone is not enough. It is the idea that they are ordinary human beings turned into robots that arouses me. They are not turned into cyborgs. They are simply indoctrinated and masked. Their names are changed to numbers.

I am an artist as a storyteller. What I write and render is to tell stories. What I compose is with the fiction in mind.

My life is wholesome and uneventful and I like it that way. I am uninterested in living the lives of my fictional characters. I would rather do what I am doing than save the world or rape and kill. I am having more fun than they are.

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DefeatedArmy1989

I am a storyteller. I tell my stories by writing them and illustrating the covers. I create the title fonts. My thematic specialty is the foot soldier of villainy archetype, female versions specifically.

I look at art for inspiration. I found pictures about gypsies defeating armies of blonde women with pathetic ease. The victims are invaders. The gypsies strip them and pile the bodies.

The artist sent me a picture of Imperial Stormtroopers being easily surprised and killed by Chewbacca. Such is my very favorite theme, inspired by a comic book from 1983. The artist made a change: the Stormtroopers were female. My specialty is women as the nameless baddies.

The artist was unaware that I was already a fan of his. He mentioned that he was a fan of my work. He illustrated the Concubine Sentinels of my Strange Galaxy universe. He expanded my ideas with wonderful ideas of his own.

I wrote my Black Death books and illustrated the covers. The artist, now calling himself DefeatedArmy1989 rendered his own versions of the universe… and inspired me greatly.

Art inspires art and inspires art yet again. I was blessed by the work of DefeatedArmy1989 and am eternally grateful. I am still inspired.

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Showing by Telling

As a writer of fiction, my priority is to make what is unseen easy to visualize. I do so by simplifying the concepts and generalizing the descriptions.

What things look like is important. This is a problem as words, however. Elaborate descriptions are inappropriate. An illustration should be provided if the exact details are so important. The story is brought to a halt otherwise.

Some ideas cannot be illustrated. They are matters of preference. For example: “The most beautiful woman in the world” can be contradicted by a picture, no matter the picture. If a subjective concept is important, what is visualized should be left to the imagination of the reader.

Pacing is especially important in action scenes. The gist of what is happening should be described, not the details. The emotions and sensations of the characters involved are what make action in prose dramatic. Exact measurements and positioning are generally irrelevant. No one in such a situation would mind such things anyway, instead acting reflexively or intuitively.

Less is more in reading or writing prose. The gist is what makes everything imaginable. Generalizations give the feel that makes things seem as they are. If a detail is mentioned, it should be important, such as to hint at significance. Extraneous details should be omitted entirely. The mind of the reader should not be overwhelmed by irrelevancy.

A picture speaks a thousand words, yes, but using a thousand words to draw a picture is not only inefficient, it is too much. A book should never be longer than its actual story.

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Saint Christopher

Late in the night of January 13, 2025… or in the wee hours of January 14th, I was adjusting my sheets and mattress when something strange happened: The tip of the middle finger of my left hand was bent backwards. It did not hurt. It did not discolor or swell. It simply looked quite odd. I massaged it and felt no pain. I was confused. I turned on my computer and investigated. I learned that what I have is called “mallet finger” and is treatable. I went to bed and slept soundly. 

I went to stores the next morning and bought a splint and other things. I had not been using glucosamine chondroitin because I ran out, so resupplied. I hurt my left hand on Christmas Eve 2024 by swinging my little nieces around, but in the palm and wrist, not my fingers.

I went to the doctor on January 14th. Dr. Wilson was friendly and helpful. He wrapped my finger after hyperextending it. I must wait 8 weeks for it to fully heal. I shall have a checkup on January 30^th.

I have been washing my laundry by hand for months. My washer stopped working but my dryer still works. I cannot wash my laundry by hand for 8 weeks. I asked my friend Chris Buffaloe for help. He is on the road and has been for months.

I went to work on January 14th. I have two jobs. My evening job is at a grocery store called Food Lion. It was difficult to do with less than two hands, but I managed it. I came home early because of plumbing problems at the store.

I came home to a big surprise. My washer was in the backyard. A new washer was already installed. I called my friend Chris Buffaloe. He hurried from Fayetteville NC to Newport NC to do what he did then he hurried back to Fayetteville. His wife Anna chose a machine and had it ready for him to pick up.

NOTE: Fayetteville is over a 150 miles from Newport, where I live. It is over two and a half hours away. My friend acting above and beyond for my sake… and asked for NOTHING in return. I wept.

I have been cynical for a while. People are always annoyed with me or simply disinterested. I write books and illustrate the covers but no one cares to read them. I was very sad, not angry. I was tired emotionally and psychologically. Chris Buffaloe, my friend, rid me of my cynicism in a single day. He gave me hope. I am no longer sad, because of him.

Villainous Humanity

I write fiction. My thematic specialty is ordinary people as antagonists. Their hostility is impersonal. Their villainy is unwilling. Their lives are not their own, however, and neither are their thoughts.

HUMANITY AS THE ENEMY is not uncommon in fiction, especially nowadays. My version of the idea is unusual, however. It is not misanthropic. On the contrary: It celebrates humanity asserting itself against the will of inhuman entities.

Devils are real, and I do mean literal devils. Evil angels and their demonic offspring rule the world. Their underlings are humanity itself. Women are the cannon-fodder of the Enemy, and have been since the beginning. Men are the captains of wickedness, and have been since the beginning.

Humanity is the willing slave race of false gods.

Atheism is a satanic doctrine meant to empty hearts and minds, to be clear. Unlike false religions, it purges belief entirely. It is easier for the Father of Lies to deceive from scratch than to change what is already believed.

The world is a democracy, and has been since the beginning. The hell on earth is because we are governed by the supermajority. Every tyrant is elected by the will of the people, one way or another.

Satan is the God of this World… but this is a world of fakery. Its god is false. There is still a yearning for truth in the world, however. There is still a sense of justice. The few sometimes inspire the many… and that is really what my fiction is all about.

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Somewhat Talented

Very few people are excellent. Very few people are pathetic. The vast majority of people are simply… average… in every way.

Some ordinary people are better than others… but still ordinary. They are smarter but not geniuses or stronger but not strong or faster but not fast. They may be prettier but not gorgeous or richer but not rich or popular but not famous.

I write fiction. My genre is usually action-adventure. The stories are about heroes and villains. A hero is not merely someone who is brave or virtuous. He is superhuman, one way or another. His excellence may not be obvious at first, but is revealed by his adventure.

A fiction does not prove its hero is extraordinary by having him outmatch fantastic baddies. On the contrary: If everyone is fantastic then the setting is simply ridiculous.

The foot soldiers of villainy set the standard of ordinary. The hero’s excellence is measured by his effectiveness against them. Some of these nameless baddies are better than others, however. Though hopelessly outmatched by the hero, it takes fewer of them to give him trouble.

NOTE: A type of soldier twice as formidable as a common soldier is indeed elite. He is still slaughtered in droves by a hero who kills common soldiers by the hundreds, however. The ordinary is still ordinary. The best of the insignificant are still insignificant.

The Man of Every Year

NOT AS BAD is not a measure of goodness.

Sincerity is immeasurable. It is insincere otherwise. Every evil is but a partial goodness, for evil is a lack and “pure” evil would be nothing at all, thus, pure indeed.

The sins of others do not justify your own. You do right or not and shall be judged accordingly, regardless of your reasons.

“To have loved but lost” is not better than “to never have loved at all.” The sacrifice of Jesus was meaningless till he rose again. What is lost must be found… or it is gone.

Most people are “not as bad” and this is their supposed goodness. They assume evil always wins because they confuse lukewarm as better than cold against.

The evils of the world are not inequality or inequity or racism or sexism or homophobia or any other of the countless things deemed sins by the sinners themselves. Those who make excuses for themselves are unworthy to judge others. Their social commentary is insincere.

The best of the world are NOT AS BAD as most everyone else. They are not good. They are evil, as evil as anyone else.

A good man is not of the world. His love is not lust. His fear is not cowardice. His wealth is not money. His power is not control. He is sincere. He prevails by his sincerity. His every failing is a success. His every defeat a victory. Jesus conquered death accordingly.

Innocence

I live in a world of sin. It is assumed I am a sinner too, since I look like everyone else. I am as powerless as everyone else.

People are annoyed by my quirks. Am I a sinner because I annoy them? People expect of me. Am I a sinner because I have my own priorities? I am accused of hate because I judge people. Is it hate if my judgments are sound? I am accused of profanity because my speech is sometimes colorful. What of it? I am accused of perversion because I fancy strange ideas. Am I a pervert if my life is wholesome?

I judge a tree by the fruit is bears. I judge myself accordingly, first and foremost.

I do not deem people sinners because their quirks annoy me… or I expect them to abide by my agenda… or because they discriminate… or they have weird fantasies. Sin is actual sins, not matters of opinion or convenience. It is indifference and malevolence. The self-righteous rationalize their sins… but they are not righteous. They are indifferent and malevolent. They are sinners.

I am sacrificed by the wicked for the sake of others, themselves specifically. I am accused of being selfish when I resist being expended. Sacrifice yourself if need be. I am not your lamb and shall not be gathered to the slaughter.

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