《The author is insane》 Chapter 1: The author is insane Chapter 1: The author is insane THEAUTHORBLOG Posted by THE AUTHOR, May 10, 2012 at 03:15 am, in BOOK
¡°On a day just like the ones that came before it the world changed, it was a small change, if you were to ask someone what changed on this specific day they might give you some weird looks, maybe even flip you the bird if they didn¡¯t feel like it, but this is not about some rude hypothetical stranger, no, this is about how the world changed and it all starts here. Hamsi, a small town north of the Western ridges, many would recognize it as---¡± . No, no, no, that¡¯s just terrible of me. . I would never do such a thing to you dear reader. An info dump on page one? What would the people come to think of me? I shudder just imagining it. . No, a good story always begins with action and excitement, or maybe even a short tale of our future heroes, if we were feeling spicy I could even throw in a map. How about that, wouldn¡¯t you like a little ol map to awkwardly scroll back to every time you heard a new city name or destination? No? Well, maybe that¡¯s just not your style. . How about this, we can go the eastern route, drive over the MC who would surely be a salary man or some high school dropout, I¡¯m sure truck-kun would enjoy another victim. We can then send the MC to a nondescript space where for inexplicable reasons god is present and has taken the form of a young to middle-aged woman in need of a main character to give powers to. Hippity hoppity our MC shall arrive in a world where the magic system makes about as much sense as the people and then we¡¯ll be golden. . . ¡°Clich¨¦ and boring¡± you say . . Well, that does put me in a pickle. . . . .Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Do not fret though as I the one and only AUTHOR will surely find a way to solve this conundrum. This enigma, this creative brain tickler, this closed-book ? . Apparently ¡®closed book¡¯ is a synonym for a conundrum, thanks thesaurus. Luckily this is not a closed-book, but an open one full of ideas and wonders and I think you¡¯ll enjoy this one. What if, I write the main character, as a geezer. He¡¯ll be like a hundred quadrillion years old, and I¡¯ll make him stand on a mountain peak when he suddenly gets betrayed by his close allies. It¡¯ll happen like this: ¡° ¡°It didn¡¯t have to be this way you know¡±, battered and bruised Xing Xong Ping Pong was forced further and further up the mountain peak deflecting the strikes of no less than seven dao seeking experts. XX PP wouldn¡¯t be able to hold off for much longer, if he didn¡¯t do something quick his very soul would get extinguished. ¡°If you had only just left the princess of the Eternal Hegemony Of The Mount Tai sect alone then none of this would have been necessary¡± While Dong Rong Song Song was speaking from a great distance away Xing Xong Ping Pong could still hear the voice of his second sworn-brother. He and his eight sworn-brothers had once sought out the heavens, but now they were seeking out his life¡± How about that reader, isn¡¯t that exciting, I know it¡¯s a bit rough around the edges and all, but still, better than before? No ? . . . No? . Reader? . Okay, okay, okay, maybe I should ditch the action type genres, I was never good at fighting anyway. . . How about this since I won¡¯t write the manly endeavors of manly men fighting manly battles how about I go to the polar opposites, I¡¯m sure I can rustle the feathers of youth that I once held and stir the hearts of young and old alike with my depictions of romance. . . I just need a premise. . . . I spend a lot of time thinking of the previous ones you know, and now they¡¯re all for naught. Well whatever, I¡¯ll do anything for you dear reader, even if that means throwing countless hours of work fleshing out useless one off premises and characters. See the first story was just a ruse for the second, which was a ruse for the third, I¡¯m always two steps ahead you see. Sadly, Mr Ping Pong wasn¡¯t appreciated. . . . Okay, I got it. How about this, the setting will be your typical Japanese high school, we¡¯ll have an abusive, but secretly in love heroine and a no good-looking, but internally sweet young man (He will not be made of candy on the inside). It¡¯ll be a match made in heaven, of course only after a long, arduous and tumultuous period where their love for one another slowly starts to form. I can already see it before me reader, I¡¯ll write a comedic relief character that will actually complete the love triangle, this character will of course be used as a sacrificial pawn for the main heroine to get her teary eyed moment at the end of the last chapter. The comedic relief character will say something like: ¡°I¡¯ve loved you ever since the culture festival¡± in this scene, of course played out in an empty classroom, the main heroine will have just walked nearby the classroom waiting at their sliding doors. Upon hearing of her friend¡¯s confession she will run away causing our MC to choose to either respond to the confession or run after the heroine. And of course he¡¯ll run, he will run and run trying to find the heroine just for them to end up on the roof together, the MC will block one of the heroines strikes as she tries to confront her feelings with violence, and at that moment the main character confesses his love for her. Champagne, fireworks and a panning shot of the third wheel as she comes to grips with the fact that she was rejected. It¡¯ll be amazing reader, just amazing. . . . That''s a trope too? Huh. Chapter 1: Post 2 THEAUTHORBLOG Posted by THE AUTHOR, May 11, 2012 at 02:47 am, in BOOK
I have to apologize dear reader, I was too ignorant and foolhardy in my last post, honestly, what was I even thinking. I should have done more research before trying to come up with a new premise rather than go in guns blazing hoping for the best. . . Just between you and me, those concepts yesterday-me talked about, they were just horrible, but don¡¯t tell him that, knowing him he probably wouldn¡¯t be able to handle that critique. Luckily today I am better prepared reader, over the last twenty-four hours I have absorbed, nay, ingrained the very essence of tropes and clich¨¦s into my very being and I believe I have found the answer to my quandaries. . . .Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. . The answers being that I¡¯m not very creative at all. I wasn¡¯t sure at first, after all everyone can make a mistake or two, but no, I have not a single creative bone in my body. . . However, I will not let this lack of innate skill stop me dear reader, if I must then I shall, through the use of nothing more than my own unadulterated willpower, make a masterpiece that will make even the heavens shed a tear. . . . Of joy, of course. . . . . ¡° Maybe, my hostility towards tropes led me away from what is truly necessary for an author to do which is to make readers feel connected with his art, whether that requires the use of literary shortcuts or not. . . So, with that self admission of failure aside, I would like to announce that I¡¯m working on a new fiction. I cannot spoil anything just yet, but know that it shall be a serious project of passion. Chapter 1: Post 3 THEAUTHORBLOG Posted by THE AUTHOR, April 7, 2012 at 02:32 am, in BOOK
Well hello dear reader, it has been a while has it not. I know you must have plenty of questions, who, what, where, but all will be revealed in due time. Now however is the time to speak of love, hardship and the search to find a greater understanding of life, the universe and everything. . . Apparently it¡¯s 42, who could have guessed. . . Anyway, without as much jest, today really is a day off love and I think I¡¯ve found my match. For those netizens and lurkers that have long since boarded themselves in their room forgetting even the color of grass, no, today is not Valentine''s Day nor is it any special holiday day. It is however the day when I start talking about this ongoing project of mine, and I believe this would be best told through the medium of dance.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. . . . Sadly, I possess the wherewithal not to embarrass myself in front of you dear reader, which is why I shall instead tell you about the story through conventional means. . See about a month ago when I went dark I had multiple trips planned all around the globe, a particularly savvy operative may have deduced a ploy for world domination, but sadly it was nothing so grand. . . I have had during these thirty cycles of night and day the enormous pleasure to speak to some old acquaintances, you know the like, friends, family, friends of family, you understand. Well in any case, during one of these powwows I was introduced to what was apparently a gaggle of cousins stemming from the Middle East, Egyptians it seems. . Among that group I received the great pleasure of meeting one Aya something or other, while speaking to this Aya it seemed like she too was part of the literary world, and that¡¯s when it happened dear reader. . . I was introduced to the magnificent site of tvtropes.org, I can¡¯t remember what happened later that night, but I can say that I have been filled with absolute jubilation ever since. I might even need to take some pills later tonight to calm myself again as I see the grand potential in front of me dear reader. . . Gone will be the days were I have to know whether a concept has already been established as a trope, instead I now have the knowledge of an entire lifetime at my fingertips. . . . My lack of creativity is still a problem though dear reader, sadly it seems there is no cure for creative impotence. I thought that maybe a change of setting would spark some ideas in this ol noggin of mine, but I have to say with some sadness that that didn¡¯t happen. . . All was not for naught though, my great prize aside, I have made some strides working on my new project, I am as they would say currently in the research phase, and I have learned many things and can with certainty say that soon I shall start writing what is sure to be the best fiction one could ever read. Chapter 1: Post 4 THEAUTHORBLOG
It was an eerie and dark night, wolves howled and the wind crackled. It was on such a night dear reader that I came to know an unbearable truth. . . . . . Seven days may not sound like a lot reader, but think of it like this, in the time it will take for me to regain connection over seven generations of mayflies will have lived, fucked, and died. . . . Wouldn¡¯t want to become a lord of them, that would be total anarchy. Heh Heh. . . . Bad joke aside, today I would like to talk about war with you dear reader. . I know it must seem out of the blue, but hear me out, war is bad. . . . . If war is bad, how do you write it. . . . . . Questions, questions, there are always so many, but rarely are answers given in return. . . Luckily, I am here to come to conclusions reader, and conclusions I¡¯m sure to find.Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. . . . Let us start with the relevance of war dear reader, not in a geopolitical setting, but one of fiction and fantasy. What can war provide us that other settings cannot? . . . . . . . And that allows for events one could hardly find a logical excuse for otherwise to be committed without many people asking for a why. . . . Of course, war can also be a precise tool in the hands of the skilled, with surgical precision an author can suture himself a world wherein the complexities of war are on full display, for all to admire or to be horrified by. . . . Luckily, most authors are not so skilled, so a hammer it shall stay for now. . . . . Scale. . . . . The individual falls away in the crowd, and the actions of the crowd bear burden on the individual. . Hmm . You lose the effect of person to person interaction, but gain something deeper when in group. . . Something like that. . . Maybe thinking of it like this is better: one, two or even a dozen of people committing great sin can be reasoned away as a few bad apples, hundreds upon thousands however, that¡¯s not so easily thought away. . . . . . My own inadequacies are bearing themselves dear reader, can¡¯t quite get it right. I think that somewhere there, there is a good enough answer for the ¡®why¡¯. . . Which is why I¡¯ll be moving on post-haste. . . Assuredly great revelations aside, a question that I have had was about stories that don¡¯t use this aspect of war, I realize after all that war, while being a horrible thing, is often times more about who wins and who loses and not the implicit actions needed to get to those victories, at least when used as a plot device in fiction. . . . . . . . . . . To keep a long story short I believe that the aspect of war used to display victory and defeat is the same one used to display a personal struggle, in this case it is likely that the group does not matter, but the protagonist who plays a role in this group. . . Combinations of the two are of course also possible, but I think that¡¯s a topic for tomorrow as I need sleep. . Sleep well dear reader. I most certainly will. Chapter 1: Post 5 THEAUTHORBLOG Posted by THE AUTHOR, April 11, 2012 at 01:16 am, in THEORY
I made a grave mistake in my last post dear reader. . I know, I know you probably knew the moment that you read it that it was wrong, but I in my shortsightedness could not see the forest for the trees. . . . My short piece on overcoming suffering and their representation in religions? . No no no dear reader . . Mayflies, dear reader, mayflies. . . . As I will heinously quote ¡°Seven days may not sound like a lot reader, but think of it like this, in the time it will take for me to regain connection over seven generations of mayflies will have lived, fucked, and died.¡± . .The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. This is a falsehood dear reader to the highest extent. . In my vain effort to create a simile connecting a mayflies day-old lifespan to my soon-to-be time away from the web, I had completely neglected to think of the reproduction cycle of the mayfly. . . I imagine that this complete lack of thought was due to severe sleep deprivation and shall thus not be overly critical, I do however feel that I need to make this up to you dear reader. . . So I shall to the best of my capability give a short, but informative speech on the life of a mayfly. . . The mayfly is a group name for aquatic insects belonging to the order ephemeroptera, closely related to insects such as the dragonfly, mayflies have a life cycle slightly different from their killer cousins. . The mayfly as we know them is in fact the final stage of their lifecycle, a lifecycle which could last up to two years in total. . . The mayfly starts as an egg often laid in groups of dozens or tens of thousands depending on the species, after a period lasting either weeks or years depending on environmental conditions the eggs will hatch releasing nymphs into the wild. . . . Nymphs will in turn live anywhere from a few weeks to a couple of years continually molting over that period of time, a nymphs final molt will create what is called the subimago, a temporary stage in a mayflies'' life were it grows wings so that it can fly out of the body of water that it was born in. . . . After doing so it will molt again and turn into the imago, usually alongside thousands if not millions of others, this is what we usually consider as the mayfly. During this last period of their life a mayfly will fuck close to a body of water, lay eggs if they can and promptly keel over, typically this happens in a period of a few hours to a single day. . . One species has got a bit more stamina, with the males lasting an entire two days. . . . I¡¯m sure they use that one often to impress. . . In either case, that¡¯s the mayfly, or rather a rough approximation of the groups¡¯ behavior. . This one was a bit more clinical than usual, but I needed to correct my mistakes dear reader. . If all goes well I should release the second part of my previous post in a few hours. Chapter 1: Post 6 THEAUTHORBLOG Posted by THE AUTHOR, April 11, 2012 at 03:38 am, in THEORY
Welcome dear reader, war, brutality and suffering, that¡¯s where I left off so that¡¯s where we find ourselves now. . In my previous post I posited a proposition posing war as a proper display of brutality on a scale some could possibly find preposterous. . This continuation of thought however I will passionately propagate on another day while promptly continuing on and insouciantly positing that war like many things in life has two sides to it, the aforementioned and that relating to personal struggle. . . To give an example let me demonstrate this theory using the real world as a lens where-through we may garner a better understanding that can be used for literary purposes. . . World War II, it is a war most people have extensively heard about and learned throughout their life, it is also one that has been documented to great extent. . For those not aware, World War II was a war originating in Central Europe pitting throughout its duration two groups of powers against one another, the Axis powers and the Allies, in sweeping terms the war came about because of one reason, that being the suffering endured by the people of one nation. . The nation in question was, as you very well might know dear reader, Germany. . . After World War I ended a peace treaty called the Treaty of Versailles was established among the then warring nations, in this treaty Germany was pinned as the main malefactor in World War I creating economic and political sanctions for the German people that lead to not only great humiliation, but also starvation, death and of course suffering. . . As French General Ferdinand Foch put it: ¡°This is not peace. It is an armistice for twenty years.¡± . Of course as a militarily focused General, Foch did not say this as a form of reprimand for the treaty¡¯s strictness, rather Foch advocated for even harsher sanctions. . Whether the General was right or not in thinking that a stricter treaty would have staved off future war efforts by the Germans is not something for me to say. . However, regardless of the opinions surrounding the treaty, war did break out. . If we were to forget for but a moment the atrocities committed during this war and looked at it as nothing more than a story, then I think that we can garner some fundamental truths that could effectively be used when writing fictitious stories. . . The main focus will of course be on war as a tool to overcome some suffering, in this case reality made for a wonderful example as I have already mentioned this great suffering.Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. . . Starvation and death are not things to be joked about, but they were the conditions that the German people found themselves in after the first World War, it is thus not all too surprising that given their weakened state a charismatic man promising them redemption and a way out could make the people dance in the palm of his hand. . . Of course, because this is the internet Godwin''s law applies, luckily for you and I dear reader I will not talk about the Nazis as their relevance is off limited importance right now. . . Instead, I want to focus on the people¡¯s suffering. . . However sadistic that may make me sound. . . Anyway, unlike in a conventional story wherein a protagonist is the focus of suffering, usually in the wider context of a bad situation, we will purely focus on the people as a whole in this case. . In this regard I should probably correct my earlier self dear reader, what I have been referring to as Germany would probably better fit a different term, sadly because the world is such a woefully complicated place the then unified regions of modern Germany had a variety of names associated with it depending on one¡¯s political affiliation. . . For the sake of clarity I¡¯ll call it what it would later come to be known as, which is the Weimar Republic. . . Anyway the people of the Weimar Republic had a lot of issues to face, they were told to pay close to half a trillion in today''s dollars (generously rounding up) in wartime reparations while simultaneously struggling with an unstable government where political assassinations became the norm. . . It doesn¡¯t just stop there though dear reader, when the Germans became unable to pay their bills on time foreign nations came knocking, unfortunate events alongside questionable governmental decisions eventually led the republic''s currency the German Mark to hyper-inflate. . . It became so bad that what started as a hundred or so German marks to one US dollar turned into trillions of marks per dollar in a period of 3 years starting from 1920. . Unfortunately for the Germans misery loves its company so it didn¡¯t just end with hyperinflation, over the course of the next 10 years over a fourth of the labor force grew to become unemployed. . It is also important to remember that this was all happening during a global period of downturn, with the start and the end of the 20¡¯ beginning with a depression for many nations. The latter of which we now call The Great Depression. . All in all, it wasn¡¯t such a good time for most people, especially not the Germans. . So I hope that it doesn¡¯t come as a surprise when you hear who was chosen as Chancellor after more than a decade of misery. . Surprise, surprise, it was Adolf Hitler. . I think from there on most people have it down, but I¡¯ll quickly go over it to finish the story off dear reader. . Already existing resentment towards foreign nations and the Jews was capitalized on and was turned into hatred. Promises were made to rebuild the now German Reich, factories were build that provided people jobs, most of which were necessary for the future wartime effort. . . One invasion later and a few back and forth talks, and eventually World War 2 was started. . . The war itself took the lives of more than 50 million people, more than half being civilians, with the majority of casualties being Russian or Chinese. . The aftermath probably claimed an additional 10-20 million lives. . Germany itself lost a twelfth of its population and was later split in twain after the war, with the East side getting occupied by the Soviets and the West by the remaining Allies. . That little history lesson aside, what was the point of it all you might ask yourself dear reader, well I just wanted to put on display why this war was instigated in the first place. . . Misery can do terrible things reader, to an individual and to a whole nation. . . That is why I think a war works well as a setting to overcome this misery, and why misery is often an essential component to display. . . Regardless of the deception necessary to get a group to commit to a war, it is likely always with a sense of victory or defeat bound to it. . . ¡°If we win, the bad things will go away,¡± it may seem simplistic, but for those down in the dumps it¡¯s hard to resist sweet temptation. . . . The same logic can be applied to narcotics and those with certain habituations. . . Or maybe not. . . Anyway, with all that aside, you may still have questions dear reader, but I don¡¯t feel cable right now. . Wouldn¡¯t want to cause another mayfly incident. Chapter 1: Post 7 THEAUTHORBLOG Posted by THE AUTHOR, April 12, 2012 at 02:14 am, in THEORY
I love you, dear reader. . Purely platonically of course!! . Baka. . . As you might have guessed dear reader today is the day I cover love. Yesterday was a bit depressing after all, and I don¡¯t want to be overly macabre all the time. . Nay today is purely about love and romance, and more specifically the character archetypes, tropes and the clich¨¦s involved in their lovely creation. . Let¡¯s start off by posing a simple and tame question, what is love? . Other than a song lyric found in Nestor Haddaway¡¯s famous hit single ¡°baby don¡¯t hurt me¡± released as part of an album called The Album? . . Well, that¡¯s hard to say. . While being an exceedingly simple question to ask, answers can come in differing forms. . The philosopher in me would for example go on and on about, eros, attachment theory, Sternberg¡¯s triangle and the many other interpretations of love and its meaning, but if I may be so bold dear reader, that may be ever so slightly absolutely boring. . That¡¯s why I won¡¯t be so obtuse, get it, and instead I¡¯ll try to not create a bedlam with my following, likely controversial, words. . . Love is parasitic dear reader, it¡¯s like a beast that one has to tango and wrestle with to gain the upper hand. . Let me explain. . When I say that love is parasitic I mean that in the context of stories dear reader, the butterflies and rainbows in one¡¯s stomach may make them reach out for the pink bismuth, but it won¡¯t kill them. . . For stories however it¡¯s a different matter, love and romance can suck away the excitement from all other aspects of a story and may leave the reader of that story wanting only for one scene. . Whether it be a kiss or something as lewd as premarital hand holding the promise of that final ending scene takes away from what a story could be. This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. . Sadly as you probably know dear reader everything is fair in love and war, and to my and I¡¯m sure many other people¡¯s dismay: love rarely fights fair and square. . Luckily for us though there is one weapon that we have at our disposal to fight the onslaught of strikes that romance throws our way dear reader, and that is the process of habituation. . . Different from making romance into a subplot, a task rarely executed with much success, habituating a reader to a certain scenario can ease one¡¯s need to focus on love and the romantic elements of a story. . The most historically relevant example of this, and probably the most famous of its kind, is prince charming coming to save the princess. . Whether it is readers or moviegoers the idea of the hero saving the damsel in distress at the end of a story is so cemented in the mind that focus can be drawn away from the romance and instead be directed at the more action or drama filled scenes. . . All of this of course is only relevant if romance is not the main topic being played upon, in that case, one does not need the subtleties of good cinematography, exciting set pieces or even entertaining dialogue to keep the reader or moviegoer engaged. . All that is needed then is to make sure that any elements relating to an overarching story are sufficiently obscured by the romantic dynamic at play, you know, so that the reader or watcher essentially forgets that it exists in the first place. . . Think of the plot in such a scenario as being a piece of filler used by writers and scriptwriters to give the reader or moviegoer a breather before the next romantic scene begins. . . . And that¡¯s really it. . . Bit anti-climactic, I know, but I don¡¯t know what else to say dear reader. . Despite my tangents often going in many directions it doesn¡¯t always fit the narrative that I¡¯ve got going on when writing. . I could talk about the more esoteric or strange ways in which love can be used and expressed in stories, but I think you¡¯re probably familiar with those. . . Honestly speaking I had a whole bit about dere-ology, what comes after the pinnacle scene and even a closing statement about the importance of feeling loved. I can¡¯t however include it, it all felt a bit off-topic for some reason. . It feels like everything I said became meaningless. . Even now reader it feels like every character I write, every word I type is utterly devoid of anything tangiable. . Everything just feel so blurry. Chapter 1: Post 8 THEAUTHORBLOG
Two days ago it seems that I suffered from a stroke while writing my blog. . .This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Don¡¯t worry though reader I got it professionally diagnosed and seeing as I haven¡¯t kicked the bucket just yet I should be fine. . At least I hope so. . I¡¯m supposed to get a follow-up in the next few days, so in the meantime I¡¯m going to be out of commission for a while reader. . Basically I¡¯m going on hiatus reader, like the true AUTHOR that I am! Chapter 2: The critic Chapter 2: The critic THEAUTHORBLOG Posted by THE AUTHOR, April 21, 2012 at 11:34 PM, in ANNOUNCEMENTS
I am back dear reader, I know, I know, you must be excited, but hold the cheers and applause for later as I have much to express. . . Upon rereading my mid-stroke ramblings, most of which I shall forever hide from the light of day, I have found fortune in my misfortune dear reader. . While all that I said before regarding my tangents being meaningless and off-topic was true, sadly that was not the stroke¡¯s doing, I believe that there is still some merit in there. . I do not yet know where, but I¡¯m sure I¡¯ll find it eventually. . . In the meantime however let me revisit a topic I have been meaning to address. Over the last couple of months, you might as well say the truth, I have been nudging myself towards writing a book.Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit. . Do you remember reader, my promise to make the greatest, most awe-inspiring, joy inducing, and dare I even say it, climactic piece of fiction to have ever existed. . Ignoring of course the reality of subjectivity and unappeasable critics. Always there. . Do you, dear reader? . Of course you do, how could you forget. Very easily, I¡¯d imagine . . Well that promise still holds true, does it really, and I think I have made a breakthrough. You haven¡¯t. . . . As I was meaning to say, I have during the last few days begun my conquest over one of the foremost problems an author can deal with, and no I¡¯m not talking publishing houses, that¡¯s a bridge to cross when/if I get there (doubtful). . No, instead I can finally say that my research phase seemed to have finally borne fruit and that I¡¯ve fully overcome my creative blockade and started, don¡¯t lie to yourself, writing my sure to be hit piece. . I hope the excitement is mounting for you dear reader, as it most certainly is for me. . With that aside I think I¡¯m going to cut it short today, don¡¯t want to overwork the proverbial workhorse after all. It''s metaphorical, you donkey. . Hope to see you again soon dear reader. Yes, hope see you again, ¡®dear reader¡¯ Chapter 2: Post 9 THEAUTHORBLOG Posted by THE AUTHOR, April 22, 2012 at 01:34 AM, in THEORY
Welcome, welcome, dear reader glad you could make it. . I feel that today will be a wonderful day of great learning and experience. What does that even mean. . I can''t pinpoint why, but I¡¯ve got that feeling dear reader and as you must surely know my premonitions can never be wrong. . Dozens of failed gambles at the casino last year, two hundred dollars completely down the drain, never wrong, as if. . . I may however need a minute to sort some things out dear reader after which I think the show can really get started. . Gotta make sure everything runs smoothly after all. .
What are you? . . Come on then. . You¡¯ve found it appropriate to interject whenever I spoke before, so speak ghostman. . . Another one of those psychotic episodes, huh. I guess that it has been a while. . Not staring at the ceiling and I haven¡¯t heard the universe cursed out just yet? That is kinda unusual. . Maybe it¡¯s the omnipresent alien this time. . Ghostman, that¡¯s new one though, I wonder where that came from. . Stop ignoring me, tormenting spirit, I can still hear you. . Might have gone truly bonkers this time. Guess I lose that bet. . Can you monologue some other time, please, and don''t call me bonkers, I''m quite alright thank you very much. . . Wait, he couldn¡¯t be talking about me, ri- I am you dunce. . Huh. . You have been acting strange recently, but I thought that was just you being you. .Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. How long ago did you start hearing me. . Don¡¯t answer a question with a question and answer me. . What are you? . Well as someone that I know once said, ¡°While being an exceedingly simple question to ask, answers can come in differing forms¡± . I¡¯m no ghostman, whatever that means. . That still doesn''t answer the question. . If you really pressed me for an answer I¡¯d say that I¡¯m you. two sides of the same coin, if you may. . That''s a satisfactory answer and you must be out of your mind if you think that I would accept that. . You don''t sound like me, you don''t act like me and from what I''ve been hearing you don''t think like me. How do I know you¡¯re not an alien or something else using me for your own twisted form of entertainment because you have nothing better to do. . Well, you are neither a believer in the paranormal or life outside of earth so by your own worldview there is not much left that I could be. . . Unless of course you suddenly started to believe in the spontaneous formation of an intellectual and somehow telepathic form of life on earth. Which even in some of your more inebriated and sleep-deprived states, I don¡¯t think you would wholeheartedly believe. . If you really wanted proof I could go on and on about the past thoughts, embarrassments, and outlandish ideas that you¡¯ve had as if following the plot of B movie, but we both know that¡¯s a waste of time and really clich¨¦. . . . You know, upon reflection I think you''re right, we are not the same, I can do things you can¡¯t, and you can do things I can¡¯t. I am not burdened by the folly of terrible decision making and you can move our body, however haphazardly. . . Jerk. . . Okay, fine, even if I did believe I still have more questions to ask. . . Go right ahead, the exposition started a few lines ago anyway might as well continue. . First things first, why are you so rude? Every time I¡¯ve heard you speak it was always to say something impolite. . You come to the great realization there is a second mind inside your brain speaking to you and out of all the possible things you could ask, you ask me why I¡¯m rude? . Yes, pretty much. . . . . Consider this for me, you find yourself in a crammed space able to do one thing which is to vaguely look at someone almost as if looking at them through a thick pane of glass. . One day you notice the person you''ve been looking at is staring back at you. Your first attempts at communicating fail, but over time though through great effort you come to an understanding with them. . You don''t do this purely because you feel trapped and alone, but because you feel that deep inside yourself there is a feeling saying that it¡¯s the right thing to do. . . As a duo you come to brave the challenges of life together, always trying to jointly find solutions to whatever problem you may come to face however hard it may sometimes be to convince the other. . . One day however that thick pane of glass you thought was obscuring your vision shatters into thousands of little pieces. You can now see that which you''ve always only imagined, a person in the flesh, facial expressions and all. . Before you have the time to take advantage of the moment your vision that was cleared turns dark as the night. You feel that they''re still there, but you just can''t see anything, as if there''s a wall between you and them. . Additionally unlike before when you try to initiate communications you hear nothing back, you shout and scream, but nothing seems to work in the past you knew you were just misunderstood, but now it''s like you have seemingly been forgotten. . Left behind, as if you never existed at all. . . As the person you were so close before makes easily avoided mistakes, blundering from one right into the another you wonder what the point of it all was. . Over two decades you are trapped alone with nothing to do but to think and listen. . . So if the question is why I¡¯m so rude, then that¡¯s my answer. . .
Dear reader, I¡¯m sad to say that today''s event has sadly been canceled on short notice. . Tomorrow dear reader, that¡¯s when I¡¯ll be back. Chapter 2: Private diary #65 THEAUTHORBLOG Posted by THE AUTHOR, April 22, 2012 at 01:10 AM, in PRIVATE
So let me get this straight, you¡¯re telling me that ever since my early childhood you¡¯ve been guiding me until something happened which left you stranded alone and now over two decades later you¡¯ve come back. . Am I getting this right? . I kept it short for you for a reason, no one likes info dumps. . . . Maybe I am going crazy. . Who knows, while you¡¯re trying to figure that out though let me get straight to the point: I think we should make life easier for one another and forget this ever happened. I won¡¯t talk to you and you won¡¯t think about me, you can go about with your life thinking of today as just being another bad hangover. . . You can¡¯t be serious, so what was all that bullshit about feeling alone and forgotten about then. . Are you just toying with me? . #¨¦@?@ I¡¯m being as sincere as I can be when I say that we would not be good for one another, as you yourself said we¡¯re different, much more so than in the past, even if I wanted to it¡¯s unlikely we would ever be able to cooperate. . I¡¯ve also found company of my own, nevermind feeling lonely I could go as far as to say that these last few years have been the best of my life. .This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it. It¡¯s for the best #¨¦@?@. . . . You¡¯re a huge asshole, you know that right ? . You waltz into my life telling me how I do everything wrong, you then give me your little sob story and now that I¡¯m confronting you you try to scurry away. . #¨¦@?@ I¡¯m not try- Stop calling me that. . Ok, what do you want to be called then? . Author. . Fine, ¡°author¡± I¡¯ll apologize here and now for what I said before, I didn¡¯t know you could hear me and in retrospect it was all uncalled for regardless of if you could or not, my apologies. . That aside I¡¯ll stick to what I said before, we are not compatible anymore, we¡¯ve been separated for too long and I doubt that our continued communications would be good for either of us. . . . I¡¯ll leave now, if I can give you one more piece of advice for old times sake then let it be this: write more in your diary and look very carefully at what you write, speaking it aloud will also work. . Do that and life will go better, trust me on that. . Hey,-oh, and lay off of the booze please, makes me feel dizzy. Anyway, ciao. . I wasn''t done talking to you yet! . What was that bit about my diary supposed to mean. . . . Stop ignoring me. . I know you can hear me. . . . Please.