Like many people, I have a dream. I have always written. I have
always had something to say. Not just in one medium, but in
several. Not just in one genre, but in many. I cannot be
contained. No artist that can be truly called an artist can be
contained. It is that need of expression, that burning desire that
refuses to quench until brush and pigment meet canvas, chisel meets stone, ink
meets paper, or more modern, the fingers hit the keys and produce electronic
ink. These are artists, painters, sculptures, builders, musicians, and
writers. This is me.
I began writing many years ago. First short stories of 500 words or
less, then I began writing longer pieces. My teachers recognized this
and I became a regular feature in the lower school newspaper. I was only
eight and nine. So you could say I am published. But publication
has never been more substantial. For many years I have done what I had to get by in life. I have paid the bills. I have not had a happy
life. It has been very trying. I lived my life measured by
others. I lived my life for others. There is a fatal flaw in
everyone; mine was selflessness. Being completely altruistic is
dangerous and rare. Your life is not yours. It belongs to everyone
else.
Finally I realized that my life gave me a wonderful vantage point from
which to observe the world. Those cries, those dreams, those creams that
kept my mind going long after my body slept as if another life was dwelling
hidden under the surface of the calm placid exploding quietly in solitude
would no longer be silenced. Partly because I had finally found
happiness after my mother's passing, I found introspect and self investigation
as altruistic as helping others. What I had to say could help as many as
my actions and grant at least temporary reprieve from the inner demons.
And so a life of writing began late in life and with love.
While I do not really care if I am published, I do have hopes. And
unfortunately because of those hopes, I cannot reproduce any but my worst
works here. Mainly my extremely bad poetry.
I will keep update as things happen. This is a current list of
projects:
Polan: Fantasy novel involving a prophecy, the
restoration of a crown, and the discovery of a leader to a people long
forgotten. Planned for ten novels, plotted through three, half of the
first novel written approximately 600 pages so far.
Dōdec: A science fiction saga centering on seven
individuals from a single family over 1000 years. Planned for trilogies
in each epoch. I have about 200 pages completed in one and 100 in
another.
St. Augustine: Another look at the man who developed much of
early Christian doctrine and later whose writings were in large a part of
Catholic doctrine. The father of confess they sins and be forgiven (See The
Confessions of St. Augustine). Junior and Senior theses for History
were on the great St. Augustine.
Saul: A novel look at the only post corporal Christ apostle
and his position in early Christianity. This one will get me in a lot of
trouble. It is on the back burner for a while until I can devote some
research time, a lot of research time.
The Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire, Part II: A look at
America and the Roman Empire. Are there parallels and warnings?
Does America work? Is decline inevitable? This one will also cause
trouble.
The Divine Comedy: A modern novel in three parts examining a
group of strangers, society's cast- offs that somehow find each other at their
worst, find a family, suffer loss, and look within depending on each other as
they had never been able to do before, finding redemption and salvation to
return to lives that may no longer want them.
Pulp: Short stories set in the pulp genre for the sheer fun
and delight of pulp adventure.
Blue Frog: A monthly magazine collecting local artists and
giving print to voices that would otherwise not be heard.
Please respect that these are my ideas and my heart. Do not rip them
and tread carefully on the dreams of others.
