The Blurred Ends between Oneself and their Fiction

All writers are passionate of their work, lest it be left after a momentary jolt of interest. Not in all cases, that the love for the work allows them to make it to the end, but the likelihood of finishing a work, for which one has affection, is incredibly higher than the alternative. So it is no surprise that one will likely be invested within the work in some form or another.

As far to my knowledge, all authors, or at least most, have certain ideas or messages which they convey within their fiction. If, not through narrow events, situations, characters, or what not; then by a pervading theme, essence and so forth. This is not always the case, all authors are individuals, with their own unique fingerprint. Sometimes even, the intended message is in opposition to the ideas conveyed throughout the work.

No matter the reality that there are a limited number of stories to tell. That is not a barrier on one’s ability to tell a story. To reinvent, alter and make new works.

Anyway, there sometimes comes a predicament, in my experience with my own work, which is supernatural fantasy; my own philosophical and ideological viewpoints, amidst alternatives of the same fields, cause me to become incredibly invested within my stories. Prolonged involvement with it causes me to feel that the lines between the hyperalized ideas within the work and my own, blur. It is commonplace with many writers as they feel the characters jangling around inside their heads. Or their emotions are toyed, and probably too, their thought patterns.

When people watch enough of the same television program there is a chance that some concepts (albeit unintentionally usually) are forced within themselves. This is due to emotional manipulation, which causes us to become more passive to critically analyzing information. Coupled with the ‘it’s just a show/book/so on” we don’t critically consider the information, become wrapped within the idea, and over time have a chance of imbedding those viewpoints within ourselves. This sort of thing is made plain by observing that while one knows that what they are watching isn’t real, their emotions are still aroused, they still, for the moments whilst watching, become in a sense, convinced of its realness and are caught in the ride.

The ideas considered is irrespective of them being fantastical or mundane. It is not necessarily a faulted thing to impregnate oneself with ideas conveyed from fiction, as many people in argument will attempt to convince the other of information. It is taught in argument to form relations with the problem and the audience, and while one who is making the argument is supposed to do it honestly; manipulative tactics (such as making things relatable, toying with emotion and so on) let down the barriers humans put up and allow a chance for the information to be considered. It is hard to fight something which has been used for betterment of some form or another. Whether or not betterment is subjective. But in fiction, ideas have the same sort of credibility as it does in argument. Albeit argument usually has sources to other works, the ideas expressed within fiction have their own use, and the stories can stick with the readers far more commonly than an argument. Neither one is necessarily more significant than the other.

So then I find myself at a certain seeming impasse. The ideologies and concepts I present within the universe I’ve crafted for my works, have some sort of archetypal connection to me. Though, as with fantasy it tends to be that one exaggerates events, concepts, and so on, in order to tell a fantastical adventure. Other times these concepts are entirely inventive and have little to no home world connection.

Perhaps it is that I feel mental burn due to the similarity of viewpoints on supernatural events within my own being and the ideas presented within my work. I always could spend my time devising a collection of experiments, events, and the philosophical outlook and comparative study between the unpredictable events, and metaphysics, against narrow scientific theory. But, the likelihood of making any sort of actual connection is incredibly dismal, for the parrotry of naivety, unscientific notions, and idiocy will be so rampant that any sort of mere flirtatious meditation will not be possible.

The alternative, and while I create my works not for philosophical discussion purely (as it is a minor outlet), it is my hope that some readers will find the grains of truth. Truth being ideas and perceptions, not the end-all-be-all. The point of them finding it, is not for conversion, it’s for meditative dances. It’s for considering ideas outside ones one common sense, irrelevant of its true actuality. One can find indirect growth from fiction just as one can get growth from the known universe and experiences known possible. Just as dreams and hallucinations can alter one’s perspective, for better or for worse.

I have run into thoughts of ending my fiction due to the aforementioned problems. But, then I become engrossed in the stories again, and again. Each time, deeper and more vivid of ideas, stories and characters. No, my works will never win any awards, they are not mind-boggling, but they are clawing at me to let them out.

As such, there is nothing I should do to redirect my course. If all authors (or most) are quite enamored with their works as it is commonly stated, then I should continue with my work based upon my own affection for it, and its deep relatability to my being.


My, oh my, that came off as being quite serious no? Well, this is the function of a blog.


The Blurred Ends between Oneself and their Fiction

Editing Using Voice Command

So as I was revising my book (like-ya-do) I came across the necessity of reading it aloud. Like everyone.

However, as I soon discovered, the glory of using voice command. It’s not just hearing it through another’s voice (albeit a robot), but rather it’s outside you. When you read it aloud you will hear mistakes but you already know what is written down. But by having someone else read it aloud will put it in a slightly different perspective. I’ve found myself finding loads more mistakes with this method.

The editing process is a long and tedious one, but using speech commands can make it a bit of fun and help editing. At least for me it has.

That’s all, tiny little insignificant entry.

Editing Using Voice Command

Writing Works Without Publishing

I haven’t written anything down here for AGES. I’ve been writing, painting, and playing a lot of a video-game I bought recently.

But anyway. Over this afternoon I jumped back into the mentally treacherous waters of publishing. Or at least looking into it, seeing opinions, the processes, and so forth. There were some things I have found consistent among the blogs and documents in regard to publishing.

A couple being that the covers and titles of one’s work is not within their sphere of control. I would assume this is also related to any sort of illustrational décor. I, from a business/marketing perspective, understand whole heatedly. It is only logical that the publishing agency will want not only influence over the content but also the first thing which might capture a potential reader’s interest. Even still, I have spent countless hours, perhaps days, playing with illustrations, glyphical designs, in-world graphic designs and character-works. These while I had intent (and still do I suppose) to use advertising; my main interest was doing such things is for fun.

But, if I can ever find BETA-readers and make it through the wastes otherwise known as the process to publication; my efforts of expression will ultimately end up either rotting on my hard drive, or be put into my own advertising efforts. Of course the latter endeavor will most certainly be compromised when I have something that the publishing house has already had their art department design. My brain (and I’m sure their own watchful eyes) will cause me to simply use their works and trash any interests of my own to use my self-created works.

It’s a bit of my fault. Having interests in not only writing, but also painting. As I imagine most would say ‘your writing should be enough’ but, I have dual interests, and novelizing my thoughts has its advantages and disadvantages. Detailed descriptions of places and peoples are deemed being (generally) as being unnecessary. I myself have detailed imagery, and beside that, I do it for enjoyment. Still I find that painting/sketching/cartooning my thoughts has another dimension of expression that books cannot grasp. Just as books possess a level of intimacy that pictorial art cannot touch.

There is another road I can take. But, in the interest of good fiction, I fear taking it. Self-publishing is alluring and while it has ever so many disadvantages it does afford one total expressive range. The downside is the chance of writing a shitty book with little outside perspective and little to no bar prior to publication is a bit unnerving. It’s too easy. Difficult, yes, but the process to self-publication while possessing obvious trails, is overally far too simple and convenient. Destroying judgmental prevention, and allowing anything you write. No matter how appalling it might actually be to be published. I’ve written a lot. So much. I’ve painted a library of works, and I can be honest and say that only a tiny portion of that I would actually want to see in print, and only after having people outside myself offer me critical observation. Not asinine douchbaggery. But actual, useful critical examination.

Sure traditional publishing has long spurts of time, maiming ones ideas, and trudging their feet all over the work to the sometimes point of being unrecognizable (based upon an individual’s own self-interest and publishing house), but, still, at least you know if a traditional publishing house does put your work through that effort, and their investing in it, then your work has passed the judgmental eyes. Whether or not these judgmental eyes are for the general artistic sake or for the general sake of income; still your work won them over. They are representing it. That’s much better than ‘eh, fuck it. Let’s publish this baby.” *clicks upload*

From this point I entered another phase of thought. Currently, I am avidly writing the second book of a trilogy of books I want to write. The problem I discover is this: Often time authors will say they are working on their next book only after their work has been set to be published. Meaning they (are apparently) only working on one book until it is finally published. But writing is their life. Despite being rejected or something, they are working on no other work? Or perhaps they are. Maybe books from unrelated universes? Still, if something is burning in oneself, regardless of a publisher taking your baby and printing it, should not that fire spur you to create subsequent works without them needing to be in print? I have written countless drafts of my first book. (I’m still editing it actually, and adding scenes and taking out things) yet I’ve come to understand that my work will NEVER be done. As such I’ve restrained myself from adding or taking out huge sections. Or rewriting it completely. Instead I’ve moved onto the next book as I hunt of BETA-readers.

I myself feel that urge that when my book is in print then it will be ‘finished’. Not really, but it will feel a lot less gaseous than it does currently. When I search about, I find none that talk about writing books without publishing them. Just for the sake of writing. It leaves me wondering if I am wasting my time. I mean, I write because I feel I have to. I think of it constantly. So I write. In that regard certainly I am not wasting my time. But in regard to the perspective of others whose end goal is publication, certainly either I’m wasting my time, or others do the same thing without talking about it in searchable sites on the internet.

There is also another point of interest I found. I enjoy appendices and in my love for character data-banks, (and according to a reader of mine) “Appendices would be awesome so I know more about these places, species, minerals, and so on” I, on my own, for pure enjoyment, have attempted various versions of Companion pieces. From pure word based pieces to interactive menus, to illustrated books. (all with the knowledge that the content of my book will change, and I can mend/add/subtract information at any time. Or in other words, not printing them) I was in hopes that if ever somehow my atrocities are published, that they may accompany the work as a free download or something for fans. However, as far as I can see, this is not common (or else I am appalling as a google searcher ((or just haven’t picked through websites enough))) Anyway, I feel a bit alone in this thus far, though I know the likelihood that being the case is astronomically low.

There was no true point to this entry I feel. (There was but) So I rambled and ranted, which is sometimes the entire point of having one of these sort of diaries. Anyway, if you feel interested share your thoughts.



Writing Works Without Publishing