+010 The Meaning of My Books (& a new episode of the next novel)
When I started writing books in 2018, I didn't know what I was doing. Now BOOK FIVE is soon to be released. Already working on 6 (a novel). If you forsake your work, the potential doesn't unfold.
When you begin writing long form you’re often asking yourself WHAT you what to write and WHY.
It’s not that I never get those questions anymore. But infinitely more has been revealed to me since starting. The picture is coming into focus.
It’s been snapping together for me.
I don’t know what is cause and what is affect.
What I live is informed by what I write and vice versa.
Sometimes it feels like I’m discovering fate, rather than creating it.
If you forsake the work, the potential does not unfold.
2.) My Logo… a signpost for the writing.
Sign posts have appeared for me.
I’ve known what I needed to write all along. It’s been with me since the beginning.
It is now my task to rediscover it, unearth it, bring it into being.
Set them free.
I drew this symbol long before I knew what it meant or why I was drawing it.
Being a Christian, and seeing this symbol appear in this Vatican sarcophagus…it was a sign post…i don’t know entirely what it means but it makes sense to me. As an ideal. As something to appeal to and uncover and unfold in my creative life.
Imagine you’re looking for more meaning in life. I’m tearing through these courses trying to understand.
And he draws your logo.
It could mean nothing. But it could also MEAN SOMETHING.
There’s some larger part of you. Some ghost part. Gettin Spooky. A single thread maybe, that’s connected out there to your creative potential.
You’ll have to pay attention. You’ll need people older and wiser on the journey with you.
But you must take that creative journey. A there’s little glimmers that call out to you all the time.
You where knitted together in your mother’s womb.
“God knows every single hair that’s on your head.
And… you taught me that.”
I drew this back in high school, right before I graduated.
I didn’t know why I used the asterisks***. I just liked it.
2012 - St.Clarisville High School Art Class
4.) NOW I’M JUST COLLECTING ALL THE INFINITY STONES.
I was just using my color scheme at first. The black with pops of color. I liked the consistency.
But could it be more than that?
Could it be more than recognizable Brand Identity?
Could it be more than Aesthetic?
What if we could use our creative powers in all areas of our life, and we committed to the daily drudgery, and accepted the failures and triumphs alike.
What if we, creatively, laid it all out on the line.
Could we created works of art imitating life and life imitating art—into something that is greater than the sum of its parts?
When it’s completed I don’t know what is going to happen…but I have a mission.
I intend to see it through.
5.) The Next Book is being written before your very eyes, friends.
Existential Fiction Episode.4 - attached below.
Paid Subscribers get to see the work in progress <3
Follow your creative potential dear friends.
That creative potential could be a business…making a future for your family…it could be running. We always create or destroy.
There’s been black rabbit running around in my neighborhood. I think it’s good luck.
Isn’t there something about following the rabbit?
It’s actually my neighbors…we’ve caught it twice. There are no wild black bunnies in the wild native to the area…come to find out. They just can’t seem to cage that thing…magical.
6.) TEASER: Visit from the part of the Government that doesn’t exist –Existential Fiction (EP.4)
(Section 1 of 10.) Judith yelled down the stairs for me to answer the door.
I come up the stairs dutifully.
Whinchester our ugly pug is barking and snorting his little compressed bark.
There’s two men in black suits with briefcases.
The white one introduces himself as Agent Mantis, the black is Agent Star. Like scout code names or something, for these guys.
They invite themselves inside and ask if anyone else is in the house and as soon as I say no they put a cloth in front of my mother’s face and she passes out, and I obviously freak out but I’m a like a flea compared to these two men who are built like ninjas or something, and so I just stand helplessly by while the white one
Agent Mantis
Reassures me that she’ll come to in about an hour and just feel like she took a long afternoon nap, but that no one can hear anything that they’re about to tell me….
