Conan the Inspiration

I have been a Conan fan since my childhood in the 1970s. My interest began with the Frank Frazetta covers. It was intensified by a gory graphic novel by Marvel comics. I read the original Robert E. Howard short story Jewels of Gwalhur. I was not allowed to watch the 1982 Conan the Barbarian movie till later because my mother disapproved of the nudity and gore.

I read every Conan story written by its original author... but they were modified by the pulp magazine Weird Tales and later by L. Sprague de Camp. I loved them... but was disappointed to learn they were not entirely true Robert E. Howard's work.

I read the true Robert E. Howard versions... and love them.

I write my own fiction. It is very much inspired by the works of Robert E. Howard. His relationship with H.P. Lovecraft encouraged me to read Lovecraft too, and I was not disappointed. I was inspired yet again.

Conan is about a hero in a world of survival-of-the-fittest. Savagery ultimately outmatches civilization. Even the civilized thrive as brutes. The universe is still one that favors good over evil, however. It simply distinguishes goodness from law and order and compassion from ethics or pity.

Like the original Conan stories, my work is mostly novellas, novelettes and short stories. The settings, like the Hyborean Age of Conan are worlds where the wars of tribes, nations and empires are not struggles of good against evil. The heroes are antiheroes until they do what they do for the sake of the innocent... and they are especially brutal when protecting or avenging the innocent.

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Twelve of Three and Counting

I have written over seven hundred thousand words as twelve books since December of 2022. More books are pending. I have already designed their covers.

I am an artist. My books are my art, both inside and out.

Creativity is not waiting for time that never comes. It is not starting what is never finished. You find the time by making it. You finish by starting and never stopping.

I am deaf to excuses. I judge every tree by the fruit it bears. Those who have nothing to show for themselves are nothing accordingly.

The Sorcerer books of my White Empires universe are military science fiction. The nuanced villain and his strangely wholesome relationship with his evil daughter are perhaps my greatest dramatic accomplishment.

My Weird World books are surreal horror, usually as survival horror. I was able to craft an immersive setting based on the weirdness of my actual dreams.

Black Death is black comedy as action-adventure. Its antihero protagonists are strangely endearing. Their murderous hobby is strangely righteous, without vilifying the victims.

My tree bears fruit. Though few are reading my many books, I did write them. I documented my imagination. It is available to be found and appreciated.

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Weird World

I started writing Weird World on February 15, 2024. It began with a short story that became the novel The Wayward School for Girls. The universe was named in the title of the second book, the collection Tales of a Weird World.

Since childhood, I am fascinated by the surreal and scary. My favorite thing to imagine is the easy killing of clueless guards by the bare hands of someone bigger and stronger. I created Weird World to express these interests.

A fantasy can be a simple idea imagined as one scenario. It can be written as a short story. That is how Weird World began. It became a novel as the very idea inspired more ideas. Other interests were incorporated.

Immersion requires context... and context requires depth and consistency.

A universe is limited if merely the setting of one story and its cast of characters. Tales of a Weird World had nothing to do with The Wayward School for Girls... except that the villain was a villain in other stories with different heroes.

The novel The Wayward Monster Girl is the third Weird World book written, followed by the collection Stories of a Weird World. The universe expanded into a setting distinct from its protagonists. The villains became suitable baddies for countless stories with new heroes.

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Impersonally Intimate

I write fiction. My Weird Word universe is a dreamlike horror setting. Characters are children or elderly because of their state of mind, not actual age. The same character can go from one to the other then back again, but not by will. It happens naturally.

The villains are typically adults. They use children as cheap labor and cannon-fodder.

Not every character is human. These Other Folk are what they are from the beginning and indefinitely.

The novel The Wayward Monster Girl is about a little girl turned into a monster by adults meaning to use her as a weapon. She is bitten by her vampiric doppelganger and seemingly dies. Alas, the blood is the life of the body... and the girl becomes the doppelganger. The human becomes a monster without losing her humanity.

The victim becomes the hero. Girls turned into killers by mind control are sent to kill her... only to be slaughtered in droves. Monsters are sent after her... only to be slain by their intended prey.

The protagonist becomes a hero by becoming a monster. She enjoys killing girls like herself with pathetic ease... and is a monster accordingly. She only kills armed hostiles, however, never the innocent... and is human accordingly.

The monstrous heroine prefers the easy killing of humans to the challenge of killing other monsters. When asked about it, she explains, “Easy is fun. You can do something and relax at the same time.”

The heroine is whimsical. She does not think about her motives unless asked. Her answer is always immediate and flippant, though sincere. It is not merely the ease that makes the killing of humans fun. It is her own humanity. She can relate to her victims, though they are strangers. The violence is impersonally intimate accordingly.

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Dramatically Happy

I am a storyteller as a writer of fiction. As such, I am mindful that it is easier to make a story dramatic by making it tragic. Simply craft a character according to what is obviously sympathetic and then kill him or his dearest loved one.

I do better than what is easy.

My most dramatic work is the Sorcerer series of my White Empires universe. Its most endearing character is its villain, a genocidal war criminal. His specialty is mass-murdering children. He recruits his teenage daughter to assist him. The reader wants him to be defeated... yet is likely to weep when he is. His archenemy, the sympathetic mother of his daughter prevails, so the story is not a tragedy.

A story that makes you weep by its happy ending is greater than any tragedy. Unlike a sad ending, it inspires you. It gives you hope rather than makes you cynical.

I do write tragedies. It is not to easily evoke strong emotions. It is to convey something meaningful. The doom of the protagonist is spiritual before physical, thus justified.

We yearn for goodness in a world of evil. You are the evil... though you are not alone. Despite your desperate wickedness, you intuitively understand that there is no satisfaction without justice. There is only gratification at best... and you become numb and restless whether gratified or not.

Even fiction ultimately fails to satisfy unless justice prevails, for better or worse. A tragedy is ultimately pathetic even as make-believe unless its victim deserves his grim fate. The innocent victims must be avenged... or the story is lacking.

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A Weird World to Read, Watch or Play

I write fiction... as novels or short stories. I create universes by doing so. Each universe is with a particular genre in mind, though stories can be of any genre so long as they are consistent with established lore.

I write the prose with the idea that it can be converted into any other medium of fiction. The books lend themselves to being turned into comic books, shows, movies, tabletop role-playing games or video games.

My Weird World universe is already four books, as two novels and two collections of short stories. The genre is dark fantasy as survival horror. Children are usually the heroes. They are often characters of classical literature re-imagined into new characters with the surnames of the original authors.

The strangeness of Weird World would make it visually amazing as comic books. The stories emphasize dialog, which would make a show dramatic. The action lends itself to movies.

The protagonists usually seem like normal children... but prove superhuman. They have special skills and powers, which are not always obvious at first.

Weird World is the lore of many heroes. They travel to various and exotic locales while adventuring. They find various items and treasures. They encounter many creatures, some of them helpful but others hostile. The universe is ideal for role-playing games.

Heroes are most interesting as the slayers of monsters and baddies. Weird World has many monsters and baddies. The lore itself provides plenty of enemies for players to fight.

Everything about Weird World is what it is because of its rogue's gallery. The masterminds challenge the heroes to think. The monsters challenge the heroes to be brave. The foot soldiers of villainy set a standard by which the heroes can be objectively measured. The variety of baddies provides a challenge for every aspect of human nature. The universe is immersive accordingly. Its heroes are endearing accordingly... even if player characters in a story that is actually a game.

I do hope Weird World becomes more than prose. I want to see it in action. I am eager to play.

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Two Novels Inspired by Two Movies

Since childhood, I have been fascinated by dreamlike survival horror stories. The interest was inspired by my interpretation of the movies Alice in Wonderland (1951) and The Wizard of Oz (1939).

I wrote novels that are mature expressions of my childhood fancy. I finished The Goddess of Self in 2017 and The Wayward School for Girls in 2024. They are very similar... yet very different.

The Goddess of Self is about a girl from our world who travels back and forth between reality and an alternate reality. What is normal to us is normal to her. What is weird to us is weird to her. She is our representative. The novel is very much like Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz in this regard.

The Wayward School for Girls is about girls native to an alternate reality. What is weird to us is normal to them. They are as strange as anything else in the story.

The protagonists of The Wayward School for Girls are “Alice” of Alice in Wonderland and “Dorothy” of The Wizard of Oz... but as girls in the modern day. They have special powers based on their strange abilities in their original fiction.

The Goddess of Self is my version of Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz. It is not fan-fiction, however. It is original.

Though the protagonists of The Wayward School for Girls were inspired by those of Alice in Wonderland and The Wizard of Oz, the story is not. It is my actual dreams, my nightmares specifically, but turned into fiction with “Alice” and “Dorothy” instead of myself as the main characters.

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Heroic Nightmares

When I dream, the fantasy is reality. The weirdness is normal. None of it is strange until I fully awaken.

I write fiction, and have since childhood. I am inspired by my dreams. I crafted my Weird World universe to be a reality like the one I live in while asleep.

My favorite dreams are nightmares. Though terrible while I sleep, they prove inspiring when I awaken. My best fiction is because of them. Weird World is the horror genre accordingly.

My most inspiring dreams were during childhood. The best of these were nightmares, of course. The protagonists of Weird World are usually children accordingly. I relive the thrills of my childhood through them.

I do prefer a fight to running away. I remember in one dream when I heard the growling of a monster on the other side of a door. The unseen horror was coming after me. I was terrified. I thought I was doomed. “So be it,” my own voice told me. “Don't go down without a fight.” The monster came through the door and lunged at me. I hit it with a flurry of punches. Much to my surprise, I was winning.

Weird World is many stories. Protagonists are doomed in some of them. They are triumphant in others. Though the fiction is the horror genre, some of it is survival horror specifically.

My thematic specialty as a writer of fiction is the foot soldiers of villainy, female versions specifically. The very purpose of the archetype is to establish a standard of ordinary by which heroes can be measured. When the heroes are children... so are the foot soldiers of villainy.

As for the monsters...

They either eat the protagonist... or the child proves a hero and does what heroes do best... and slays the monster.

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Morally Superior Storytelling

The HERO is a combatant. His excellence as such is why he is the hero. The FOOT SOLDIERS OF VILLAINY are combatants. Their ineffectiveness against him is why he is the hero. The VILLAIN is what he is whether a combatant or not. He is dangerous to the hero regardless.

The best villain is the smartest character in the story. It does not matter that his underlings are slaughtered in droves with pathetic ease. His agenda is never about them. He has a grand scheme and so long as it comes to fruition, he wins.

The most difficult part of creating the perfect villain is to plan his brilliant plan. He is a genius... and showing it requires the intelligence of the storyteller. That is a problem if the storyteller is not actually smart.

The ultimate villain is wasted unless against the ultimate hero... and vice versa. Each can thrive without the other but never at their best. They are the perfect match.

The hero does not outwit the villain. On the contrary, he is tricked. He is manipulated into serving the very agenda he is trying to thwart.

The ultimate hero is someone beyond the sum of his parts. He is stronger than his superhuman strength. He is the personification of an ideal. He is the very thing he fights for.

The struggle of good against evil is spiritual. Though fought physically, it is beyond the physics.

The struggles in reality are worldly more often than not. The propaganda claims good against evil... but insincerely.

Our best fiction is the ideal, not the reality. It is our spiritual yearning for the triumph of good against evil. The ultimate hero represents goodness, even if as an antihero. The ultimate villain represents evil, even if sympathetic.

MORAL SUPERIORITY!

The FOOT SOLDIERS OF VILLAINY are an archetype with the very specific role of establishing a standard of ordinary by which the HERO is measured. He proves how extraordinary he is in proportion to how many of them he can outmatch till overwhelmed. The excellence of the actual villain becomes obvious when unlike the nameless baddies, he proves formidable, one way or another.

In the ultimate BOSS FIGHT, the VILLAIN is about to win when the HERO defeats him. This is whether the fight is combat or otherwise. The excellence of the hero proves not good enough. His actual GOODNESS is the decisive factor. The very thing he fights for prevails.

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Immersive Storytelling

I am reading a novel I wrote two years ago. I have found twelve typos so far. I shall correct them before posting the book on Amazon.

I thoroughly edit my work... yet there are always mistakes I miss: typos, grammatical errors or continuity errors. The story is what it is despite these imperfections.

The quality of fiction is its immersion. The significance of each aspect is this one thing. A reader knows the story is fake yet it feels real.

The novel I am reading is a survival horror story with a dreamlike setting. The problems writing it were weird physics and impossible odds. I had to make these unbelievable things believable.

The protagonists are little girls. The antagonists are spooks, witches and monsters. The girls must survive long enough for their story to be a novel.

The novel is The Wayward School for Girls. It is immersive.

The characters are believable as real people. Though they have magical or psychic powers, they talk like we do. They act like we do. They use their powers as we would if we had such powers.

The setting is weird... but consistent. Readers learn the strange the physics. They understand the cause and effect. The story never cheats... so what happens is accepted.

IMMERSION!

1. Make the characters speak and act as if people living their lives rather than as plot devices for telling the story.

2. Establish the rules of the reality and never break them

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President Saul

Donald John Trump ventured into politics hoping to drain the Swamp and save America. He meant to make the country better for its actual people. Though born to privilege, he did care about the common folk.

Alas...

He won the first election because he was clever. He won the second... but it was stolen from him. Clever was not enough now that the Deep State was ready for him.

Trump spoke with his children before doing what he did. They agreed that he should take the risk.

Alas...

Trump's children were born to privilege but were becoming pariah among the privileged. Trump survived a murder attempt. He feared for his children. Not only could they lose everything... but they could lose EVERYTHING.

Trump was defeated and alone after the second election was stolen from him. He was confused. He was afraid, not for himself but for his children. He was angry at the common folk for not rising up in his defense. The public he fought for was always complaining about the very things he did for them.

Trump turned against us.

Donald J. Trump mastered the Art of the Deal. We, the People are powerless, so his covenant with us is likewise. He made deals with the powerful. He aligned with Swamp creatures to win the third election.

“It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than it is for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.”

--Jesus

Donald John Trump has more in common with the globalists than he does with us. They inhabit the world he lives in. We do not. They are his friends and family. We are strangers. We are the peasants and they are the lords and ladies.

Trump is ordained by God to be our President. Saul was ordained by God to be King of Israel.

"I have yet many things to say unto you, but you cannot bear them now."

--Jesus

God is evil. He loves the world... but love is selfish. He is righteous... but might makes right. The failings of Trump are those of his Father in heaven.

You are made in the image and likeness of God. You are evil accordingly. Your faith and obedience are irrelevant on Judgment Day. Your fate is decided by whether you were compassionate or not. Your sincerity is tested. Rob one man to pay another and your supposed grace shall be the death of you. Give from your own pocket or not at all.

God is aware of his own failings. He sent Jesus to make right what he did wrong... or rather to make good what is otherwise evil. Our reality is the work still in progress.

Pack Rats of the Inside

I read the novel Pack Rats of the Inside by Buddy Tippet. It is surreal survival-horror as a story about human nature... though the humans are anthropomorphic rats.

The misadventures begin in the House, a place of safety where everything needed is strangely provided. The Inside is the world outside the house... and cannot be seen through the windows.

The Pack Rats imagine was is beyond their home. They have story groups that share ideas. They discuss which door to use should they ever venture out.

To leave the House is to never come back. The residents violently keep you out: The Inside is outside and never to be let in. Curiosity gets the best of everyone, sooner or later, and they venture out into the unknown.

The Inside is strange and monsters lurk. Five bosses take perverted interest in Pack Rats... and ravish them in impossible ways. Doom is a fate worse than death since no one dies. Everything is sexual.

What I loved most about the novel was that it is like a nightmare of many dreamers. The protagonists are probably doomed... and I read with grim anticipation. The ending is a big surprise... but makes perfect sense.

Pack Rats of the Inside is meaningful. Its strangeness is clearly about what is normal... and makes sense accordingly. The evil is that of everyone. The monsters are as monstrous as everyone else.. and there is a reason why. The universe is cynical... but not really. Our choices do matter. Ultimately, we decide our own fate. It can be for the better.

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Fake War

In reality, wars are power struggles. They are not good against evil. The guilty are the beneficiaries and the innocent are the victims.

In fiction, wars are either realistic or fantastic. The realism is embellished. The fantasy is usually tempered with acknowledgment of tragedy.

Reality is a fiction written by God. Its characters are alive and have free will but are limited by plot devices meant to assure the intended plot plays out. The author dictates pacing and word count.

Important people do wear plot armor. They cannot die unless a dramatic moment is meant for them or they have outlived their usefulness in the story.

Most people are unimportant characters. They are living props more than anything else. Demographics are more important than individuals... with very few exceptions.

Contrary to what is assumed by the hopeful, God does fancy war. His creation is at its best when people are fighting as groups. He is pleased when people work together, even if to do evil. He enjoys the demonstrations of prowess. He is inspired by the acts of courage.

God is prone to bad ideas. He tends to squander his good ones. His wars are uninspiring. They break people, inside and out.

Nuclear weapons are God's worst idea yet. Sure, they ended World War 2 early. They “kept the peace” for nearly a century. Alas, they negate the relevance of courage and prowess.

The wars of fiction are better than those of history books... unless the history is actually fiction. I am mindful of this as a writer.

Rotating the Crops of a Fertile Imagination

I wrote twelve books in three years. I designed their covers... and the covers for six more. They are the stories of three universes.

White Empires is military science fiction. The setting is an alternate 1930s in the modern day.

Black Death is black comedy action-adventure. The setting is a strange version of our current reality.

Weird World is surreal horror. The setting is a dreamlike version of our world.

Each universe is very distinct... yet teeming with the same themes. They represent different moods of my imagination.

White Empires is my fascination with war, politics and history crafted to be what I find most interesting. Black Death is the sexiness of horror movies as the adventures of antiheroes. Weird World is my interest in dreams, nightmares specifically.

I exhaust an inspiration when I write a book. It regenerates while I focus on something else. Focusing on three universes yet alternating between them allowed me to expand upon ideas without overextending my imagination. It is how I am able to write and illustrate so much so swiftly.

The Kingdom of Heaven Belongs to Such as These

The wicked are obsessed with children... and were from the beginning.

The importance of the world is its plants and animals... not the people born into it. Pets instead of offspring. The innocent are parasites. The young are to blame for the troubles they inherited... and they should provide for those who came before them.

Children are loathsome creatures... yet they should be given a say. They are better in bed than are men or women... in the beds of men.

Children are the favorite food of the wicked witches who eat them. They toil for those who are lazy or greedy. They are the selfless and loyal soldiers of the warmongers who sacrifice them.

Children are humanity as the future. To care for them is to make things better. To neglect them is to forsake the world. To abuse them is to turn them into spooks or monsters.

God is the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost.

The Father is the old man of the three. He is the maker of the world and the progenitor of its humanity.

The Son is the man in his prime. He is humanity at its best and inherits everything made.

The Holy Ghost is the child of the three. Unlike the Father, who knows everything, he is innocent. Unlike the Son, who made everything, he has nothing but himself. He can do nothing but be himself.

There is only one sin never to be forgiven. It is not against men or women, whether they are young or old. It is not against plants or animals. It is against the spirit that inspired God to create children.

Make Love, Not Peace

Wars in propaganda and fiction are heroic struggles of good against evil.

I write and illustrate fiction.

WAR is a major theme in my work. It is usually about before the war, though. The belligerents skirmish along their shared borders or in disputed territories. Espionage, proxy wars and or counterinsurgency operations are more common.

A total war is hectic. It typically ends as the end of its loser. I hesitate to the destroy the “evil empires” in my fiction. I want to keep them in play for as long as I can, to flaunt their stylish uniforms, sleek weapons and eccentric personalities. I like them to be available as the villains for the next story... and indefinitely.

Normalcy is disrupted by war. The limited actions before a total war allow for long moments of calm. The characters can still live normal lives. They are humanized accordingly. They are simply war machines as people otherwise.

The struggle of good against evil is the most important theme of my work. The wars themselves are not the struggle, however. The sides have impersonal reasons. The individuals have personal reasons. There are “good guys” and they are the side to win... but the goodness is not their cause. It is the heroes themselves... and sometimes the villains too. Their excellence is the goodness.

My greatest WAR STORY is the Sorcerer books of my White Empires universe. The hero is compassionate yet the villain is righteous. Their struggle is ultimately the love that binds them. The triumph of good against evil is when the villain sacrifices himself.

Playing With Reality

If I wrote reality as fiction, disease would be unheard of, speech would not be languages and weapons of mass-destruction would be obsolete.

Would reality be better for it?

Disease is history's greatest population control. Languages assured distinct cultures. Weapons of mass-destruction discourage war.

Disease causes misery and destroys livestock. Most cultures are hopelessly dysfunctional. Warrior prowess is strategically negated.

I can only imagine how reality would be different if its particulars were different. I can only assume changes would make things better.

There shall be a new heaven and a new earth. Disease, languages and weapons shall not be in this next phase of reality. This is touted as improvements. It seems God agrees with me.

Still...

Perfection is the end of a story as a happy ending. It is not the story itself.

Exotic locales are settings in fiction. They are amazing to visit because they are strange to behold. In reality they are disease and squalor.

Dialog is the poetry of prose. In reality it is vulgarity and usually gibberish.

Poison gas and artificial plagues are dramatic horrors. Nukes are apocalyptic. Alas, none of these weapons inspired toys any boy cares to play with.

Cinema

My childhood was during the 1970s and my adolescence during the 1980s. Movies, television shows, books, comic books and tabletop role-playing games were my formative inspirations.

Video games are significant now. I do mean as fiction. The video games of my youth were games and nothing more.

Movies were the fiction that dominated. Video games now rival them... and may replace them. Television shows as streaming programs may diminish cinema all the more.

I grew up wanting to write, direct and star in movies. I wanted to compose the musical scores. Alas, my dream was for something that is now fading away.

I may be wrong. Movies may be something that never goes away. During the 1980s, my father told me home videos made cinema obsolete. It is now the 2020s and theaters are still in business, though struggling.

Movies were and are my favorite medium of fiction. I enjoy them most when watching them in a theater.

My art is writing books and illustrating the covers. I compose synthetic music. I think of movies while writing, rendering and composing. I imagine what I make as cinema.

Books are the best medium for articulating thoughts. What is too long as a video is ideal for prose. Comic books show rather than tell but seeing is irrelevant when the topic is the unseen. Games tabletop or video are interaction rather than outright storytelling.

Movies can be as long as books as a series. Sound effects and music can express the unseen. The motion picture is storytelling. Movies are the perfect medium for me as an artist. Alas, it is the one I am least capable of making... and it may be fading away regardless.

Wonderfully Out of Place

Why is now now? It was the future. It is the past.

Why am I who I am? There are other people, now, before and afterwards. Why am I not one of these countless others instead?

Why am I male? Why am I racially white? These are not things I chose... yet they are defining aspects of my being.

Why is anyone good or evil? Even if it is a matter of free will, why do we choose what we choose? Yes, we have genetic inclinations and can be swayed by circumstances... but are they happenstance?

There is something strange about me. I am not merely a different version of the same thing. I am profoundly distinct.

My race, sex and circumstances are entirely normal. My moment in time is the most crowded of all time. My success in life is minimal: not a failure but going nowhere.

I write and illustrate fiction. Reality is what it is regardless.

My sincerity is the only thing exceptional about me. It is the spirit of everything I do... but nothing comes of it. My tree bears fruit but in a grove of countless and fruitful trees.

Am I special? Not really. Then again, reality is pointless. The insincerity is the failure of everything. It is why goodness is fake in the world. Everyone is ultimately cynical accordingly.

I am not what is wrong with the world... and that is the only thing special about me.

The Worst Idea Ever

Dimwits flippantly suggest nuclear strikes. They claim the enemy shall be destroyed or what is left of them shall be terrorized into submission.

Russians threaten to nuke the West. The reality would not be their fantasy. Russia would kill millions, perhaps. The West would survive. Moscow and St. Petersburg would cease to exist... and probably within the hour. There is no “Russia” without them.

Zionists threaten to nuke Islam... and the rest of the world if need be. An old fool claimed Israel has six HUNDRED nukes and can strike anywhere. The reality is, the Israelis have a hundred nukes at most... and their delivery is very limited. The world would not be terrorized into submission... but rather infuriated to a bloody vengeance that would burn the tiny country off the map. The Jews everywhere else would be targeted by mobs and governments for extermination.

It is the defense policy of France to launch a nuclear strike immediately if the country is invaded. To their shame, it is because they are helpless against Germany otherwise.

My countrymen, fellow Americans suggest we nuke our enemies, to put the fear of God in them. They talk about “limited nuclear war” as if wars are not prone to escalate out of hand. In reality, the world would be galvanized against us. Even if the nations surrendered, their populations would resist forever.

Nuclear weapons are often used in science fiction as if they would eventually be normalized. This is usually with the idea that civilization becomes interstellar. In reality, the weapons are earthbound. They are APOCALYPTIC... and hellish accordingly. They are divine wrath in preparation for the end of the world as we know it.

There shall be a nuclear war. It is mentioned by Jesus himself.

SPOILER ALERT!

“For then shall be great tribulation, such as was not since the beginning of the world to this time, no, nor shall ever be. And except those days shall be shortened, there should no flesh be saved: but the for elect's sake those days shall be shortened.”

Good Fiction

The moral of a story is not its quality.

A character is not a good character just because he is a good person within the fiction. Likewise, a villain is not a bad character because he is bad. A happy ending is not the happiness of the reader unless he is glad he read the story. A tragic ending is a good ending if wonderfully memorable.

The quality of a story can be measured by the INTEREST of its readers, not only in the short term but in the long term. If he is eager to read till the end then the fiction is good. If he remembers what he read long afterwards, then it is very good.

A classic is not always a classic at first.

Originality tends to be a problem because something unexpected cannot be what readers are already looking for. People are disappointed if they expected something else.

Something new may be rejected at first... yet is never forgotten. It is read again and eventually appreciated.

I write fiction. My work is original. Though the genres, archetypes and tropes are familiar... the familiarity is made strange. The aspects are not subverted. On the contrary: I respect convention. They are simply tempered.

My every story is a parable. The morality is not about right or wrong, however. The distinction is excellence or mediocrity. The heroes and villains alike are more important than anyone ordinary.

The superiority of the hero is not righteousness... but rather sincerity. Even if he doubts himself, he does not hesitate in his moment of truth.

The inferiority of the villain is insincerity. Even if he believes in himself, his confidence is pride. He falls short in his moment of truth, as the proud always do.

The quality of my work is not its message, insightful or not. My readers must read eager to continue to the end. The experience must stay with them long afterwards.

Are the stories I write good? They are original... but originality is not quality of itself. What few people read my work usually enjoy it. Most of them remember it long afterwards.

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Silent and Weird

I am not a gamer but I do play video games. One of my favorite franchises is Silent Hill. It is scary, sexy and adventurous.

Children were nameless baddies in the first game. They lurk in a school and try to kill you while you explore for clues. You kill them to survive. This was the original version of the game and the one released in my country... but it was changed for the rest of the world.

You are a father trying to find your daughter. The children trying to kill you were those who bullied her. You read the insults carved into her desk. You hear her crying in the stall of a restroom.

Nurses are nameless baddies. They lurk in a hospital and try to kill you while you try to find your missing daughter. They are caring for her but not for her sake. They are keeping her alive because her suffering empowers their sinister bosses.

You are tended by one of the nurses. She cares about you and your daughter. She tries to help you... but alas, is already corrupted and becomes like the others.

Silent Hill is scary because it turns the least dangerous people in reality into monsters. It is sexy because it is normalcy as strange and violent. It is adventurous because the protagonist must fight and kill to prevail.

I write and illustrate fiction. My Weird World books are the most like Silent Hill.

From Mind to Pen

As a writer of fiction, I know what it is to be inspired. It takes time and effort to turn what was easy in an instant into a story. Context can be vague in a daydream but there is no plot if it is so in writing. What is understood intuitively should be assumed to be nonsense unless articulated.

As a writer of fiction, I know what it is to be frustrated. The frustration is either a failure to express the inspiration or success but it is unappreciated.

I illustrate the covers and create the title fonts. It is unnecessary for me to do so. I am told my covers are bad and I should let them be designed by “better” artists. Alas, a book is not entirely dear to me unless the cover and font are mine as well.

I am not at liberty to write freely. Even my friends and family would turn against me if I did so. I must temper my work mindful of their sanctimony. I bother to do so because I do not write fiction to keep it to myself.

I enjoy my own fantasies by daydreaming. I write for no other reason than to share what I imagine with others. The version they read is tame to compared to the original.

If I was candid, my social commentary would be deemed extremist. My sexual themes would horrify. The moral of a story would confound rather than enlighten.

I can write what I want as I want it. It is unlikely I would be censored, since my work is unknown. I dislike shocking readers. My fiction is written to entertain, not to change the world. I want people to have fun. I shall write non-fiction if I ever want to teach them anything.