Progressions

It has been six years and eight books. I have completed (at least for now) my science fiction/political jaunt as far as writing is concerned. The inspirations for all these stories, which—BTW—can all stand alone, has now been drained and I don’t want to continue along these lines of literature in fear of being repetitive. Nothing worse than rehashing the same material again and again. Having now read so many books, and leaving so many reviews for such under my pseudonym, I find the stories all to being too similar—predictable. It’s like watching the latest sci-fi movies. The special effects are more and more elaborate, yet you quickly become numb to them after forty five seconds! Short and sweet, always leaving the fan wanting just that little bit more. I think that’s what works. Well, anyway, I know I have surpassed all that and there’s just no further I can travel in my imagination as to being “original” (if in fact I had ever been so to begin with). My Neuphobes Series runs the gamut as far as traditional aliens is concerned. The bipedal type. Though I’m sure there could easily be described the floating type, the two-dimensional type, etc.. I’m a traditional thinker. If I saw it some place on television, that’s good enough for me. It’s the background, the reasoning as to why the aliens are here and behaving as they have, especially when it is mixed with Christianity, that is what motivated me. Never saw any of that anywhere. Aliens that were benevolent, to an extent, a very rare commodity, indeed! The conductive thread that runs through all my stories, though may disappear here and there--totally in my first two Oliver Cash books--is the respect we should all have for God. If it weren’t for the Almighty, we would not exist. Of course, my thinking runs against the popular beliefs. Science just hasn’t advanced far enough to explain all the mystical happenings or miracles that have transpired over the generations. Oddly, however, I take great comfort when I hear astute physicists defending the existence of God. The scientific reasoning for there having to be such an existence.

The characters in all of my books are ones that interest me most. If I were to meet a hero or villain, what would they be like? I have created them extensively from characters I have seen, again, on television; have used bits of their personalities for my own protagonists, as well as antagonists. And everyone in between! The fact that I have a series of novels that pretty much touch upon all elements of emotion and practical science, not to mention political sciences, is entertaining to say the least. Undoubtedly, my storylines have become better with the later novels in my writing career, though I have gone back and freshened up the earlier works as well. Honestly, Stardom happens to be my favorite character. I can’t say I have a least favorite. I, however, dream of my works someday becoming recognized as "literary pieces," and not just some word salad tossed together by a wanna-be hack. Of course, aren’t all artists in whatever field of endeavor wanna-be’s? It’s all for the messaging of the ego. The "look at me" syndrome. I have something interesting to say, and I hope that you too will find it interesting. Not that I would ever insist on anyone agreeing with my imaginings. That is a personal matter. But to me, my frame of reasoning, isn’t it interesting? Granted, I do not believe in many of the things I write about. They are for entertainment, for "shock" purposes only. I let things get pretty far out, at times. I do wonder, just how much of anyone who reads one of my stories is actually relatable to them? A character similar to either themselves or someone they know. Can anyone relate to what I’m trying to convey? Or, are my musings so bizarre that they immediately shun a reader from continuing to read? Do my scenes scare people? Make them feel uncomfortable and afraid? Admittedly, that is the aim in several of my book’s scenes. The graphic horrors of what humanity is capable of doing. But then I look to sooth the reader, coddle them in understanding and compassion so that they feel good about themselves, feel better about society around them.

The stories are from within me. From where within me, I cannot say. I can state that the characters have their originations from television, but the stories themselves, the plot twists, the sometimes bizarre occurrences, those I believe were inspired by something more, something that I cannot put a finger upon. A true mystery are they to me. Could it be that I have been inspired by extraterrestrial intelligences? Some cosmic force being channeled through me, into a medium for the telling of what is to come. A warning perhaps? I know that for my entire lifetime I have been looked after by guardian angels, and that my prayers are most always answered. In fact, it is because of my personal religious beliefs that I would always be scared of writing pieces in my stories that dealt directly with God. I was concerned of blasphemous words or actions, knowing that my intentions were right and just, but that perhaps I had conveyed them incorrectly in my art. And so I pray.

In all, to someday have my works looked upon and enjoyed, perhaps even picked apart, analyzed by students and teachers of literature, that would be the great achievement. Even if I were no longer around, physically, to see it come to be, I would know it in my next existence, my spiritual realm, for I do totally believe in the hereafter.