A Surprising Guest for new Story!

 Be it no surprise to any, I have a very special guest as a character in my new book 'A Kiss of Death(By the Countenance of Devils)'. A guest who I've always felt a sort of connection to because of her beauty and of her mystery. It's the Mexican Folk Goddess Santa Muerte.  And to help me along with this tale, I've done a ton of research about her. I feel she is a very effective goddess, as her cult is one of the fastest growing in Mexico and Central America. She also seems to have a benevolent demeanor, yet in my particular tale, she has a dark side too! As of today I've been working on this project for five months three weeks and two days, and it has only been most recently that I have felt her presence and it has been mesmerizing to say the least. That being said, I am looking forward to having this tale be one of my most memorable

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. 

The Will of the Divine!

 Well, the will of the gods is definitely confusing, indeed! It was only a couple of months ago when I was absolutely convinced that my time as a writer had run it's course. And then, out of nowhere, I received a message from the other side that I had to complete yet another project. It was a message that carried with it utmost urgency, so I was in no way able to decline. 

Needless to say that this new project is part three of my previous two novels 'The Goblin Tales'. Now honestly, I did have plans to eventually write this conclusion, but I must admit that it very well could have been years from now. The process so far has been very smooth which is a lot more than I can say about any of my previous works. I've actually completed almost fifty pages within a little over one month's time.

As far as having any answers for such a situation, I really can't say anything. Whenever we mere mortals assume anything, it very well should be regarded as folly. This is a fact that I have slowly learned throughout the course of all my days. And after this project is completed (I've been given the deadline of March 6th of next year) I really don't know what to expect. What is clear is this: Whenever the divine expect anything out of you, it is best if you simply surrender to their will. 

A painful shift to an unknown direction

Well, it seems a lot has happened in the last few months. The world has been gripped by both plague and chaos and I finished my cavalier story, 'Bruja'. I, like seemingly so many others at the moment, have really no idea what the future holds, which technically is not surprising since No one really does. But, this year makes 20'years that I pursued my lifelong goal of becoming a writer. A goal that has been nothing less than a stupendous journey past the depths of monotony I could have never imagined.
With that said, I feel myself being pulled and the truth is that I have no understanding of the direction to which such a pull will take me. It's quite scary really because writing is all I have really known.
It's defined my passions, my motivations, and everything one associates with success.
Everyone involved in the creative fields, and most people period I think, understand that everyone changes with time. Their interests change, their personalities change, the core of what they desire changes. Nothing remains as it once was, especially after 20 years.
Looking at my past accomplishments, I consider myself bordering both success and failure. Truth be told I never came close to achieving what I wanted to yet I've had several fellow writers tell me that I've achieved more than about 90%  of 'average' writers. So, in a way my journey was very bittersweet.
This is not to say that one day in the distant future I may or may not make the amazing decision to once again put pen to paper, but as of right now uncertainty is definitely a factor.
I may have been meant to be a writer, but perhaps I wasn't meant to stay one. Or perhaps this shift in direction is simply another chapter in the journey that is life. Who knows?