Brain Dump

Close your Eyes: Tales from the Blinkspace

   Wed, May 2, 2012 - 11:55 PM
I did an amazing thing last year. I wrote. A lot. I decided that I would write a new story every single week. Some would be a short, some would be funny, some would be strange and terrifying. Others would just be... inexplicable. But I made that committment and I wrote.

In addition to writing, I also started taking photographs. Within a few weeks, I was illustrating each story with a photograph. Now, it was pretty amazing to me that the stories were unfolding, but that I was able to so eaily kick out a good topical and interesting photo each week also... that left me thunderstruck. Not only had I doubled my expectation, but I'd done so in a field where I felt horribly weak.

But when the year was over, it was really over.

When my last story posted, I felt very settled, very calm.

Then, I looked at what I'd written. I looked at it and I was amazed.

Sure, I was pretty psyched that I'd told all these stories. Sure, I was pretty pumped that I'd taken all these great pictures. But what amazed me was the threads. What amazed me was how the stories tied into each other, wove around each other, and made a mesh where I had only thought there were individual threads. I hadn't planned that. I hadn't planned on exposing an entirely new Universe. I had only planned on writing some stories, having a good time, stretching my brain.

A few of my stories were basically told alongside Lovecraft's mythos. I'm okay with that. One of the things that attracted me to Lovecraft years ago was that his mythos felt closer to my own way of thinking than any other writer I've ever read. But don't let that fool you -- these are my stories.

My Universe.

I hadn't planned on that. I hadn't planned on revealing a world where people could be playing idly with rope knots and accidentally tear a hole through spacetime. I hadn't planned on revealing a world where the Moon holds in its dry darkness a god so ancient she remembers the Earth BEFORE it was destroyed and rebuilt. I hadn't planned on revealing a world where great beasts moved silently through the world protecting fragile humans from venomous predators.

I'm not sure if this could be called horror or fantasy or magical realism or what.

But I AM sure of one thing I can call it. I can call it home.

This is my book. This is something I created out of whole cloth. Many wonderful people helped (thank you!), and they are wondrous people indeed, but when you read this (and I hope you do), recognize that this is about as close as anyone's ever come to the thing inside me. If that amuses you, cool. If that terrifies you, also cool. If you are left with an uncomfortably intimate feeling, well, all I can tell you is that this is how I feel every single day. This is what I see and hear out in the world. You have the power to close the book and thank your stars it's not real, it's just a story (I recommend one story a night before bedtime). I can't do that. I'm always in that place. Awake or asleep.

This is my book. There are a ton of other books out there, but this one is me.

I hope you give it a try. I hope you like it. I hope you'll share it with others and maybe let them know about it, too. Feel free to quote this whole thing out if you want the whole explanation -- I am okay with that. I encourage it. The book's on Amazon and Kindle, and I offer below at my own site. You can talk about it at those places, too, or if you're on Goodreads, you can talk about it there. I want it as accessible as possible.

Enjoy!

"Close your Eyes: Tales from the Blinkspace"

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Wed, May 23, 2012 - 9:49 PM
this touches me. verymuchodeeplygreatly.
Thu, May 24, 2012 - 8:55 PM
I'm glad! It's supposed to.

This is how I write.

At least, this is how I HOPE I write! 8)