Chaotic directions

 Its officially been two months since I started my current project 'A Kiss of Death: A Countenance of Devils'. Needless to say, I'm not even close to where I want to be as far as length is concerned, but I am happy to be working on it nonetheless. As with so many other projects before it, this project has definitely been affected by sporadic fits of writer's block, which if you're a writer is the worst affliction you could ever endure. I have to admit its taken a tremendous amount of research, meditation, and overall straining to get to proper vein, if you will, as far as direction goes. For without direction, I don't care how good of a writer one considers themselves, nothing they create will suffice. 

This particular project is, in a way, quite chaotic and all over the place. But, I really don't consider that really a bad thing if the story can create, and keep, a general interest. A narrative that overall makes sense. Naturally, I have to make use of so many elements necessary to my creations. Namely: dark and atmospheric music and wine. Also, the season this is taking place in is quite helpful as well. Anyone who knows me truly knows that the autumn season is my favorite time of the year and creating another story this close to Halloween is definitely a reward unto itself!

Called once again...

 Isn't it quite humorous that when one actually thinks they have a degree of control in their own lives, much less the rest of the world, life has a way of proving them otherwise. 

Honestly, the last two years I have quit writing all together a few times yet I always find myself drawn back to it from the every mysterious will of the divine. A will I can't possibly ignore. And now, just as then, the process repeats itself. 

I find the same haunting imagery filling my mind once again, with little to no understanding of it's origin. This time around, these images are of sadness and despair. Conditions of the human experience that seem to elope all others in terms of abundance. Where the direction of these images will take me is anyone's guess, but one thing is for sure: I have no choice in participating with them. Whether I like it, or not. 

This new tale will be called 'A Kiss of Death: The Countenance of Devils '. That is all I do know...for now.

Having no say

 Well, what can I say. It has been a somewhat active year for me to be honest. I finished my morbid tale 'The Abbey de Excessus' roughly one month ago with the solemn outlook that once that was completed, I would forever be finished as a writer. 

This is an endeavor I have dedicated my life to for over 21 years. And, just like so many others before me, the passion to keep going forward with it has all but disappeared. The whole of this time I kept a standard that I would never deviate from. A standard that made sure every one of my macabre stories were one hundred percent original, for I always considered the mere concept of plagiarism pure anathema. Keeping that standard high for over two decades can be rather taxing, especially when one has the rest of life's upkeeps to consider. 

Yet, I don't feel that the other side is totally finished with me. Truth be told, there is not one story that I've completed that wasn't in some way or form inspired by the other side. And I've always felt that my tales more or less basically wrote themselves in that regard. 

That being said, I have the same mysterious process suddenly taking me over again, regardless of my protestations and hesitant nature. So, I honestly have no idea if I have any say so in ceasing my aspirations which can be both Ironic and fear provoking if you really think about it. What comes next, to me, is an absolute mystery. I honestly have no idea. All I can basically say is that we as mortals truly have no defense to the wills of the supernatural. I may be partaking this journey, a journey I decided to opt out of some time ago, whether I want to or whether I don't.

Again comes the demon!!

 It is with great satisfaction to state that I completed my seventh novel 'A Goblin Tale 3: An Upheaval in Tartarus' roughly six days ago. Truth be told, I really thought that with the end of that particular project my adventures in literary undertakings were basically finished. I mean, that story would have been a perfect way to end a would-be storybook career writing horror/fantasy storybooks. It was a perfect writing experience from beginning to end, which is more than I can say of my some of previous works, no matter how much I've enjoyed them. 

Yet, as with the completion of any of my works, here again comes the demon. The images, the scenery, the evil inclinations far too vile to ignore. And again I find myself about to partake in yet another ambitious project. One that has the potential to be longer than any of my previous projects. There is truth to the saying 'Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans'. It is a truth that I, myself, seem to be embroiled in no matter how much I try to deny it.