Yet another post, all in the same day!

Yes, yes, yes. Anyone who knows me will know that I have never quite mastered the art of consistency.


So! I am proud to write another post, all in the same day, before the sun has set.
As exciting as that is, I must get to the point of this post, as I'm sure my small victory of perseverance is quite limited as entertainment.



I am writing because of a very joyous occasion. I will soon upload my second book, In Heaven, to amazon. It's a short story of about 5,000 words, but I think I'm justified in asking 99 cents for it.


I found, through writing a story about a zombie, that the medium of horror is very versatile. It can be a commentary on the human condition, be it a release of emotion or a satyrical tale that's meant to provoke. Zombies would seem to be the perfect subject to write about, a blank canvas ripe with ideas.


For instance...what if there was no death? We fight death our entire lives, develop new medications and solutions to sustain the elderly and the sick with more and more years. It's a good thing to remain alive, certainly, but I think it's only because we don't know any differently. We're very used to drawing in breath and releasing it. A zombie, this perfectly odd character of a horror story, is not alive, but is eternally dead. A zombie is stuck in the cycle of nature, for nature needs death. It needs the end of life in order to begin anew. What, then, is a being that is eternally between these two states of nature?


My only conclusion of this is the paradox of human kind always searching for the answer to death...yet succumbing to it in the end, never able to solve it.





And so, In Heaven will be online to purchase for your Amazon Kindle as early as tomorrow morning.


If all goes well in my final proofreading...that is....

Forging a Path That Already Existed.

I have always written. I've always sought to put words together, and I have always deemed it my most satisfying form of self expression.


I have just recently went through piles of stories I had started when I was very young, probably pre-teen. However, most of them were written in pencil and smudged beyond any sort of recognition. So...rather than try to resurrect the cryptic and somewhat charming ramblings of an 11 year old, I decided to start writing my own works of fiction again.


Now, I have had quite a lot of years to begin this path that I knew always lay before me. But it took me this long to realize that while I may question the entertainment value, the gramatical soundness, and the originality of my collections of words...I should still allow myself the gift of expression.



And so, I have decided to catalog my whimsies, my frustrations, my muses and my exultations on this blog.


I would very much enjoy unleashing the ramblings circulating in my head, and, in doing so, I hope to be closer to the reasons and ideas that are locked in my mind, waiting to be stories.



Tomorrow on the agenda: An essay concerning my latest book on Amazon-
The Brief 8th Life Of Boris