Gratitude

First off, I wanted to take a moment to shout out to all the new subscribers and followers of my author Facebook page, and this blog site. Little by little we continue to grow. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m a little “different” and if you’re into that kind of thing, I welcome you aboard.

Based on my experiences thus far, it’s comfortable and cozy here.

Thank you all, my fellow adventurers!!! Your support means more to me then most may realize, and hopefully when I get this all figured out, and all the ducks are finally in a row, I can relay my gratitude to everyone in a manner outside of these blog postings.

It amazes me to no end how some of the largest support networks, can come from total strangers. You are all amazing. Especially the ones I can seemingly count on at this point.

You know who you are 😉 I love you guys. Thank you for joining me in my life adventure.

From the get-go, I understood going into this “lifestyle” (if you want to call it that) was covered under the umbrella of “niche writing”. I don’t have expertise in ANYTHING and will never claim to (unless you want to include a broad spectrum of conspiracy theories… but… who wants to hear about that garbage? And I’m not a big fan on being censored)

I’m not someone who is passionate about one specific topic. I don’t have enough knowledge under my belt to proclaim an understanding of anything that warrants a blog post, focusing on one subject.

I’m not a car guy. I’m not a vacationer. I’m not into (surface) politics. I’m not a gardener, a TV watcher, a streamer, a how-to person. I don’t listen to popular music. I have no expertise. I restrict myself to a five mile radius (other than the missus and I taking a road trip). I’m an introvert for the most part. I’m not invested in mainstream anything. I don’t have “advice” to provide. I’m not skilled in current technology. I’m a meat and potatoes personality. I only use social media for very specific reasons. I don’t enjoy taking pictures of myself. I don’t enjoy talking about myself (outside this venue).

To an outsider, I’m quite dull. I’m simple. There’s nothing overly complicated about me.

So, for me, writing these installments and what I do on Facebook, falls under a very specific niche category. I can only speak freely, openly, and honestly, with confidence, about one singular topic.

How I express my imagination.

It’s the one weapon I have at my disposal and I’m able to wield it at will. Take it or leave it. If you like that? I welcome you with open arms. You and I probably have some things in common.

If it wasn’t for my hyperactive imagination, I would have been a disaster in life. A nightmare to live with. And, in this exact moment, I’m able to see the power of imagination, and focused thought, manifest before my eyes in real time. And it’s only going to pick up speed.

Writing quite literally (the emphasis on LITERALLY), changed my life. Thoughts truly do create reality… my imagination, and the “what if” mentality, planted my feet squarely on the ground. The only discipline involved was investing time in the imagination.

My imagination saved my soul, and sanity.

So… I run with it, as far, and as fast as I can go. I allow my imagination to control my thinking. It dictates my day-to-day. I know I’ve used the saying before, and it’s not unheard of: “I rejected this reality, and substituted my own.”

My created reality, runs close and parallel with our “five senses” reality, and at times they blend and weave together.

I needed my own reality. The one they’ve provided us… kinda sucks.

As a result, I created this new paradigm, and I chose to exist within it.

It was more fun on the other side of the mind. Exploring.

My current head count over a (hopeful) ten book series, includes a cast of characters hovering around 80. The spin offs, and free reads, are not included in that count. I’m certain as the series progresses, that number will change, but I have the thoughts, experiences, lifestyles, traumas, histories, bloodlines, with conversations running full blast, all day long, regardless of where I am: staff meetings, plugging numbers into a spread sheet at my job, yard work, grocery shopping, errands… from characters created, whom I’ve watched evolve over a period of two years, trapped in my consciousness.

All those assholes up there, running at the mouth, arguing with each other, yammering endlessly about their life histories, their problems, filibustering every conversation when you’re trying to get a word in edgewise, on and on, and on, and…

It never ends.

To ease that building pressure, I have to write it all down.

With 80 of them… I have many valves to turn, to release the steam.

Quick update–my cover artist has asked me for an author pic to add to the back cover. My blurb has been included on the back as well. Detail work is in process. I told him hopefully sometime this weekend, my wife and daughter can help me take a picture that would work, and try to make this ugly mug somewhat pretty and semi-professional.

After that… I believe its close. The Companion free read will be released at the same time.

Hoping only a few more hurdles.

It might be safe to say at this point, Volume I of the Guardian War Chronicles, the Surrender Game, is coming soon. Ebook and paperback.

In the meantime, feel free to follow a character’s personal journal entries, at my Facebook page, if you want to lurk behind the scenes and casually read up about some brief daily occurrences. Personal log-book notations. I’ll be posting there once a day, up until the day of the Surrender Game pre-orders. Hope to see you there.

Peace.

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