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He is the last of them…

A voice said; a voice that came beyond every logic and every known thing that could be explained. It came from one of two beings that communicated (and always be communicating) in the form of meaning. Not words, not language—but meaning itself, plain and direct. Who they were? Well, they weren't alive, they were not dead either, they were nothing but eternal, those who existed in time before ours, before creation, before faith, before all emotions and before the knowledge of the opposites. But this is not a story about them, at least not yet. This is a story of the “He” who was the last of the other “them”. And who was this “He”? Who was this individual that the Eternals took the trouble in looking at? It was only a boy, a plain old boy who was, in the moment, sleeping on a mattressless bed. There was nothing extraordinary about him, nothing appealing, and nothing you could route for.

Well…

At least not yet…

Are you sure?

Yes I am. 

So it begins…

The Gamer

So, I’ve finished my fourteenth title and I’ve just posted it on Amazon. It’s titled “The Gamer”, it’s a scifi, and I don’t know what it is other than that. It’s a story about simulated gaming worlds and all of its complications and consequences.

Yes, it’s free for a certain period of time (in this case, five days). So if you’re reading this and have a kindle, go check it out. Here's the link: The Gamer

Funny Inapropriate Thoughts

The only reason why I’m writing this is because my printer broke down on me and I am about to buy one. I was trying to repair it since morning, and so in the afternoon, I finally gave up. Hate it. I should be editing a short by now, but no, this had to happen.

Anyway my inexistent reader (that’s a paradox right there if you’re reading this right now), I have a very little reasons to blog, that’s why I’m not fond of updating now and then. And these posts are unedited, raw, so it’s a little bit weird, I know, when I’m reading them last year.

What happened to me since November?

Not much, still a struggling writer, still reading success books that make me feel less hopeless now and then (they’re a good read, really good read. Any books by Malcolm Gladwell and Robert Greene). I’ve finished a couple of manuscripts, averaging about 70K words. But sorry, my non-existent reader (yet), I’m a slowmo at editing. Still have not enough profit for an editor, a lovely, dedicated editor that is your friend.

Ever writer wants that, a good editor. My dream editor would be a smart librarian/stripper girl (if I ever commit to a girlfriend in the future, I hope she won’t see this), and I would woo that witty girl. Okay, I’m going out of line here. See? See this? When I’m at the keyboard in the middle of the night, my words flow like hell and it basically translated to thoughts. Wait, that sentence’s weird. I’ll simplify it. These, these things I’m typing now, are my thoughts. This could be very dangerous and I might have lost you in the first sentence of the fourth paragraph.

That’s terrible, I’ve lost my non-existent reader. Pathetic.

The Bounds is out. I don’t know if I mentioned it in my other posts, but there, I still said it. Like I said earlier, I’m working with a short scifi, the book three of my series, a continuation of the short Synthetics, another urban fantasy book, another book of my second series… God, I’ve just realized this… that’s so efffing many…    

The Breakdown

Just watched Catching Fire and I thought it has stayed true to the book, none of that Percy Jackson Blasphemy. But to be honest, I didn’t enjoy the movie today, not that it’s a bad movie, it’s because I got a scathing review of the synthetics that is most of all, true.  

Hate to say this but the editing I did was skimming through it and that’s why there’s no, in any way, excuse. I edited and the latest edition is already publishing. I haven’t eaten yet because of that, I guess it’s a small obsession of mine (to have that glowing five star review. What kind of writer doesn’t want that?). I just hope when I have enough money or my mom won the lottery (and if she shares the wealth) that I would pay a professional to proofread all of my works.

Of course “my works” at the current moment doesn’t mean a thing. Still have no any kind of success to backup the things I’m saying in this blog. But the thing is, and the one I’ve been asking myself for the past weeks: ‘Should I care?’

The right answer for me is a no. I believe that one should always walk and nothing more, let the walk do the talking for you. These things that I’m having right now could be something synonymous to a breakdown due to that review, but it’s a lesser breakdown because I’m in no way intoxicated when I’m writing this. The closest to that is that I have very little sleep for the past two days, meaning my mind is all over the place. But I’m considering this as me growing a thicker hide. Yes, the hide of a self-pub writer with very less support system; meaning none of my friends write or anything that deals with literature; an indie that gets more bad things than the good. No rewards here people!  

Of course, this isn’t my first brawl with a bad review. I got a book back then which I got the same feeling. I know that you can’t please anybody and the world certainly isn’t a nice place (No it’s nice too, sometimes it’s just bad—just bad.)

I love Hemingway’s relationship to his critics, and also the quote: “Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.” A true critic for me is sharing the positive and a negative. Every single thing in this world has equal negative and positive things.

Oh, and yes, I know this post has the possibility to bite me in the ass someday. Ready your teeth, I shall have a thick bum that would eventually destroy them.       

Dark Procrastinated World

Today I’m not going to write. But I’m going to edit. Because if I stop in any kind of thing relating to any ‘book-work’ then I’m afraid I’ll be the lazy-man tomorrow. Writers, for me, have no right for rest days or vacation—that’s just me. But of course there are times we need to rest, but that won’t do anything good. The best way is to hypnotize yourself that what you’re doing is really fun, constant fun, that your work desk is wonderland.

If I stop then the TV will suck me right in its dark, dark, procrastinated world. Not good. Not good. And then there’s Nintendo—I just discovered HeartGold pokemon recently and I love it. I’m trying my best to stay away from playing, that by doing writing, editing and reading, that seems t work.

Synthetics is doing pretty good by the way, because it’s still free. I’m really surprised because it’s a short and those on the top lists have starts and reviews and all, (yes, it’s on some top category, but it’s not that a bigger deal because it’s in free category.) It’s the only one without a review. Pretty odd, right?

Digital (nonsensical, doesn’t-mean-a-thing---[hopefully]yet) cheers for me, baby! 

Goodreads revival

After a year of my goodreads account being stagnant, I’m finally able to navigate through it. Cheers for my stupidity!

I’m pretty much you and I know some stuff about computer some people don’t, but when I first look at goodreads, it intimidated me (just like HTML at first.) But not today, baby. It’s pretty much no readers around my peers, or there are, they just not as a reader now than the past year (yes, year.)

I feel inclined to tell it even though I still have no followers in this page. LOL. Maybe I need to be less than sporadic in posting in this site.

And yea, forgot to tell… Synthetics is up, it’s just 10k words and I hit the free promotion just now (don’t download it yet.) Not sure’ it’ll be a serial though.

Synthetics

I’m now tackling novellas and less of my Trinity Nexus series. My brain needs to stretch out and put other works out there other than Fantasy, if not then I’ll be obsolete (well, that’s my own opinion.) Also, I’m tired of advertising, seems not doing good with my writing. My guess is the best advertising is the books itself; write a good, short, enjoyable book, and pray it’ll get recommended by the reader to other possible readers. The only trick here is how to create a compelling story that wouldn’t give the reader a headache with the word count. Like I said, short and sweet.

That’s why I’m doing some novellas at the moment.

Already have one, a pre-dystopian story I’ll be having mid November or early December. It’ll be called “Synthetics.” The whole story is at the title, it’s my take with the DNA reprogramming that is actually happening today. I watched a TV program at NatGeo called “Synthetic Life” years back and it made me smile the whole time I’m watching it.

Can you imagine? We can now program DNA and put it into a cell to become a whole different organism. That scary and wonderful at the same time.