The thing about being a creator is I’m always creating no matter what else is going on in my life. I’m working feverishly on multiple projects. The main three visions are the sequel to PRESENTING: The AFTERMATH (as yet untitled), the beginning of my vampire trilogy entitled THE TRIBE, and a musical collaboration with a band called SOMA & SERAPHIM. I’ve also given my children’s book, THE BEAST OF SLUMBER, to Jewels Savage to professionally illustrate; McKenna Bellot is currently scheduled to wrap recording the audiobook for that at the end of this week. And finally I’m actively sketching my other children’s book, THE SUNNY WITCH, in order that I may hire yet another illustrator to render the final drawings once I finish the blueprint for them. All this on top of being a father with a newborn and two special needs toddlers has me pretty busy lately.
The band I’m working with, SOMA & SERAPHIM, is quite inspiring to me. We’ve had two rehearsals and have come up with just as many new songs. As it stands the members are a perfect triangle of talent. Preston and Mako comprise the other two points of our dark triad. It’s refreshing to have a team of likeminded songwriters to collaborate with. In future blogs I’ll include snippets of current music we’re developing as well as future show concepts. If you’re seeking beauty in darkness, you’ll find it with us.
That’s just a brief update. I’ll share more as more projects reach their final form. Some of it is simply a waiting game since we’re still awaiting copyright confirmation on three of my creations. After we get those certificates things will be for sale in the store that will be featured on this website. While the creation process can often flow unhindered, things like bureaucratic hoops to jump through can cause ungodly delays. I regret that my making you wait on the new completed material is out of my hands to repair.
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Being a performer and all around eccentric artsy type, I’ve had many different hair styles over the years. My family couldn’t keep up with the fact that my hair grew like weeds when I was in my formative years, and we really couldn’t afford barbers, so my elementary hair was unkempt. I was made fun of a lot for it, but fuck those guys! I learned early on, not to care about anything I could do nothing about.
I went through that same phase everyone does when parents decide how you cut your hair and how you dress -up through junior high. When I was a bit older I started trying to fit in with other people. I still had to wear the damned light colors my parents forced upon me, but I thought I could finally change my hair a bit. I knew my parents would never allow me to wear a Death-hawk, not that they would let me grow my hair out too much back then, so I had to pick something I thought they could deal with. I liked a lot of the music from Tommy Boy Records, aside from the post punk that really spoke to me, so I wanted lines shaved on the side of my head. The barber we saw wouldn’t do it. So, when I got home, I took my dad’s Bic and shaved them myself. At this point my parents whipped the hell out of me, grabbed that same razor and shaved my entire head bald. Those asshole bastards ruined my Sophomore year!
Then, I don’t know what happened. Something suddenly snapped and made me realize I was never meant to fit in. I was 19 and rode into the city with some new friends. There was this moment when I had a choice to return home to my abusive oppressors or stay homeless on the streets in Berkeley. Without much thought I gave up my family, my job, my friends and a home in favor of freedom. I could dress how I wanted. And all I now had was me to worry about. I was fine with that.
Since kindergarten I was told I “can’t wear all black” because it made me look like a “Satanic Priest.” Think about that. A zealous Jehovah’s Witness mother and a non-practicing, but very soap boxish, Roman Catholic step dad, toting his giant Parochial School Bible like a cat gun, told a 7 year old me not to wear all black to kindergarten because I resembled a “Satanic” fucking “Priest.”
To my young mind, regarding the clothes I wanted to wear, the only difference between my dress and that of an actual Priest was a little white square jutting from the center of a half-collar. That’s it? I was also very news savvy at that young age. Priests were all over the news for molesting children in droves. This made me reasonably assume that the poles of right vs wrong have shifted. God was the devil, religion was now evil and Lucifer was now Good. So, when I was living on the street and got to choose my own clothes I may as well have screamed HAIL SATAN!!!! -because I really gave no fucks what my parents thought as I laced up my tall black combat boots. I wore all the black I wanted. I also grew my hair out. Death-Hawk, here I come!!!
I’ve gone through many styles, whatever my mood dictates. Sometimes my looks are for entertainment purposes; often it’s just for an outfit or specific persona I have in mind. Sometimes, I just let my hairstylist, the beautiful and talented Candice Darling, do whatever the hell she wants! I’m always open to new ideas and states of being.
What follows are a series of pics, in semi-chronological order, depicting my various hair and stylistic journeys:
Many writers complain about the dreaded and feared syndrome, but, “What is Writer’s Block?” It’s quite literally the state of being a writer experiences when they feel blocked from their literary creative outlet. Can’t think of anything. The story is stalled. Brain is fried. The well of creativity is dry. Unmotivated due to depression brought on by Writer’s Block.Can’t get off the couch.Uggghhhhh…. These are but a few things people spew in order to excuse themselves from their chosen profession for a while. But, does it actually exist?
Well, it’s perfectly natural to be stumped. Writing is a tough gig and one can easily become mentally fatigued after focusing for too long on the same subject. Even athletes who focus too long on their arms and chest must give their torso a rest from time to time. And just like the aforementioned athletes who must switch to their legs after wearing out their upper bodies, writers can often find a way through by changing to a different writing project for a time. (Before penning PRESENTING: THE AFTERMATH I’d been stumped on a different project. More on that later.)
Another famous cause of a creative slump is a difficult transition. Sometimes, even if everything has been properly outlined, making the transition from one story arc to the next can seem impossible. Notes on a board may seem to blur together when an author is stalled on how to execute their transitory turn-of-events or subjects. Mathematicians can often experience this type of stall during the execution of solving complex equations. Sometimes stepping away for a bit is the only option. But, what can come of giving up for a while? -The easy answer is a fresh perspective.
Long ago, I set about writing a book of poetry entitled HELL AND BACK: THE INSANITY BETWEEN. It was to show different stages of my life, a sort of biography in various poetic forms. I got stumped, but soldiered on. When I couldn’t think of what to write, I stopped and read a writing magazine. I decided to do the poetic challenges therein. These helped. The challenges gave me a structure. I came up with the topic and I was still churning along. I was not completing the book the exact way I’d wanted. But I was proud of myself for continuing nonetheless. (Though, functional alcoholism was starting to sound appealing.) This was my form of writer’s block. I was still doing the work, but the creative juices weren’t really flowing. Thankfully, a distraction from the book of poems dropped itself into my lap.
As any decent writer knows, one must read at least as much as they write if they want a chance to become a successful author. I’m a novice, by comparison to the greats, but I do adhere to their wisdom in the hopes of becoming great, myself. A friend dropped some Prepper pulp in my lap and asked me to read them. I did. I read loads of it, every story he handed me. Then, he dared me to write a *Prepper story of my own. (*A Prepper is someone who prepares for worst case scenarios -more details on this dare in the Afterward of my novel)
If you’ve read my book, PRESENTING: THE AFTERMATH, you know what an action packed, comedic horror romp that above mentioned dare materialized into. What you may not know is that this provocation was merely to be a temporary distraction from my book of poems. What it turned into is a passion, the beginning of a trilogy! Yes, I’m still casually penning my epic book of poetry, but my block and the thing I was so stressed about writing ended up not meaning that much compared to the aberration that took me out of my creative funk.
If there is a point to this narrative, it is this: Be open. Even though you may feel like you’re on a creative hamster wheel, allow yourself the opportunity to be inspired.
Example: I did not have to read the pulp I was handed, I was in no way required to accept the ensuing dare. I allowed myself to explore a new topic believing I could somehow find motivation for my poetry. What I found instead was an inspiration for something I’m very happy with. Yes, I realize it’s not perfectly written; of course, it’s for a specific audience instead of appealing to the masses, but I’m extremely proud of how entertaining this beginning of a trilogy has become. I wish the same for all aspiring novelists.
My journey as a writer began with writing, developed into me following the advice of those smarter than myself, and is constantly evolving since I feel I should never stop learning. Can I be the next Stephen King? Fuck no! He’s a brilliant badass! But I can be the first me. We all start somewhere. My journey begins with the work ethic of my literary heroes and my willingness to be inspired every single day (even if I ever get stuck). What’s your journey like?