Hey readers, thank you for interest and support on my "live novel" start your experience here. This is an explanation of this undertaking as well as a little background information.
In a moment as quiet as the first rays of the sun piercing through the thick, protective blanket of night, a thread of thought is unraveling. It's been unraveling for 28 years. It was once filled with wonder..maybe it was once an actual thread, a small piece off a blanket sown with love by a [...]
The last Chapter is being published this week-20th September. Expect major editing updates to take place. Especially to the early chapters, one through around five. Thanks to the those fellow kindred spirits that made me stick with my instincts Several grammatical and punctuation errors are riddled through the work. This is mostly due to formatting [...]
Dear Dad, I don't think that I've ever sat down to write you a letter. I wish I had. I would've told you that you were right when you told me technology isn't everything back when I was so eager to be on my phone at the dinner table. Today, all those phones are either [...]
Hyperion, This is your high self, the one you spent all day trying to get to. It's not worth it. You don't owe these people anything, but you do owe yourself, your Mother. Look in the mirror. Do you want to be a burden to her for the rest of your life? Grow up. Accept [...]
I always wondered how it felt to have icy blue eyes, or emerald green. I wondered, as a child if I would feel different. Like I was a Norse Frost Giant, but those were just childish musings. But that thought stuck with me, what do beautiful eyes see?
In this Short Story Tie in, I was joined by an ex of mine who was interested in collaborating on a piece of writing for the novel, we both took turns writing about one another trying to enter the headspace and writing style of the other. Then we swapped and rewrote it in our own voice, I am impressed at this. And should he want to let me publish his, I'd love that :cough: do it :cough:
Chapter ten is about change and moving from a place of uncertainty to having more of a well defined set of core values that we use as a guideline to where we want to go, it's lighter in tone and wittier than the darker tones of previous chapters.
One of my favorite poems is The Howl part two by Alan Ginsberg, it's so abstract and incoherent, but somehow we know what he's implying. That was my inspiration behind this rant. It's a very exhausting piece of work on purpose. I wrote it to exude a cramped feel with lots of run on's to give the reader anxiety and a sense of claustrophobia. Over all I wanted an uncomfortable feeling, and to evoke anxiety and desperation.
In this Short-Story-Tie-In, I have shared my most personal work. This story is supposed to feel silent. It's supposed to evoke a visceral gap inside of us that makes us aware of a chasm we didn't know was there. I wanted it to be very visual unlike my other tie ins, this one is about an aching lonelyness and strength as this last great survivor of the Human race goes about her final days. I imagine her in a white nightgown, her mothers golden neckless around her she received as a girl, she holds on to it, she's laying down and she hasn't thought about these things in a long, long time. And she's old, and she's tired. And she just wants to go home.
In this short story tie in we get a glimpse of two modern day lovers. We don't know who they are, we don't know their names. I wanted to capture the essence of a moment shared between two people. The connection that intimacy allows us to forge with one another-even if they are two strangers. That's the point of this story. The raw, vulnerability we allow a special someone to feel, as we feel with them...and for the tiniest moment we become one together as we set aside who we are, what made us angry or happy, who broke our hearts, loosing a job-all of that fading away as the moment comes into focus. Hope you like. Comment your thoughts and share!