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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