Solitude and The Farmed
Am I alone in my worry and concern around the impending freedom that my stories will have?
Once released judgement and opinions may or may not come my way.
If they do, I would not be so presumptious or feel so self important that I expect 'things' to happen, I'll just have to wait and see.
Does everyone who writes a story experience the discomfort of the unknown that I am now experiencing?
I must say, that although I am confident in the quality of my work, the stories flow and they have an identifiable purpose, I still have the trepidatious feeling that if they are not well received I may be seen as a time waster or intellectual turnip.
Archie Gibson is a strong and demonic individual, who is cunning and ruthless in his ability to find and stalk his victims. The idea that such a person may have existed in Victorian Scotland is not, I believe, unimaginable. Those were hard times, and social interactions were based on class and a persons station in life. It is wholly conceivable that a man like Archie would have struggled to form and keep genuine friends who would see him as anything like a decent human being.
Mental illness in the 21st century caries a stigma and during the early twentieth and late nineteenth centuries it was fundamentally a very misunderstood human condition, Freud was only just about around and he used terms such as neuroses to describe the 'problems' of individuals.
The reader who indulges in supernatural horror fiction, like me, does not have any idea what lies beyond human mortality. Everyone, if pushed, would describe what they believe death to hold for us, or offer an opinion on the idea that an afterlife of any description is actually a fact, an inevitable.
It would however, prove to be very disconcerting to discover that when we die we will end up imprisoned in the realm of a executed Sociopath.
Here's hoping!
The Farmed:
When I step outside of my home on a dark clear winters night I can just about see every single star in the sky, visible from my spot on our beautiful planet. Living in a dark sky area has its advantages.
I can see the dusty random brilliance of the milky way and like many people I have considered what might be out there.
If an Alien race arrived on Earth apparently a charitable and philanthropic species, would we be happy? A life form intent on universal environmentalism, that would be a good thing.
If I had one wish and that wish could not be a personal wish, IE not lots of cash or a flash car.
It probably wouldn't necessarily be for world peace, man will attack his neighbour no matter what, my wish would be for a healthy planet free from decease, fish in the oceans fruit on the trees, wheat in the Fields, bread for all humanity. I think above all a safe and healthy Earth would be a wish if fulfilled, to be proud of.
I would also be extremely envious of someone who has received the opportunity to travel beyond our solar system, way past the Milky Way, on to a new world, though not as tourist as a saviour of my fellow man.
If we cannot see beyond the stars is anything really there?
AGL
Once released judgement and opinions may or may not come my way.
If they do, I would not be so presumptious or feel so self important that I expect 'things' to happen, I'll just have to wait and see.
Does everyone who writes a story experience the discomfort of the unknown that I am now experiencing?
I must say, that although I am confident in the quality of my work, the stories flow and they have an identifiable purpose, I still have the trepidatious feeling that if they are not well received I may be seen as a time waster or intellectual turnip.
Archie Gibson is a strong and demonic individual, who is cunning and ruthless in his ability to find and stalk his victims. The idea that such a person may have existed in Victorian Scotland is not, I believe, unimaginable. Those were hard times, and social interactions were based on class and a persons station in life. It is wholly conceivable that a man like Archie would have struggled to form and keep genuine friends who would see him as anything like a decent human being.
Mental illness in the 21st century caries a stigma and during the early twentieth and late nineteenth centuries it was fundamentally a very misunderstood human condition, Freud was only just about around and he used terms such as neuroses to describe the 'problems' of individuals.
The reader who indulges in supernatural horror fiction, like me, does not have any idea what lies beyond human mortality. Everyone, if pushed, would describe what they believe death to hold for us, or offer an opinion on the idea that an afterlife of any description is actually a fact, an inevitable.
It would however, prove to be very disconcerting to discover that when we die we will end up imprisoned in the realm of a executed Sociopath.
Here's hoping!
The Farmed:
When I step outside of my home on a dark clear winters night I can just about see every single star in the sky, visible from my spot on our beautiful planet. Living in a dark sky area has its advantages.
I can see the dusty random brilliance of the milky way and like many people I have considered what might be out there.
If an Alien race arrived on Earth apparently a charitable and philanthropic species, would we be happy? A life form intent on universal environmentalism, that would be a good thing.
If I had one wish and that wish could not be a personal wish, IE not lots of cash or a flash car.
It probably wouldn't necessarily be for world peace, man will attack his neighbour no matter what, my wish would be for a healthy planet free from decease, fish in the oceans fruit on the trees, wheat in the Fields, bread for all humanity. I think above all a safe and healthy Earth would be a wish if fulfilled, to be proud of.
I would also be extremely envious of someone who has received the opportunity to travel beyond our solar system, way past the Milky Way, on to a new world, though not as tourist as a saviour of my fellow man.
If we cannot see beyond the stars is anything really there?
AGL
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