Soul Census…

Well, I thought I was near the end. Now it appears my characters are continuing to take me for a ride. Since the manuscript is weighing in at around 120K words, I’ve decided to split it into two books. So technically, the first book is done 🙂

So what’s next?  Finish book two, get book one off to an editor, edit, and get it off to some beta readers for feedback.

I also have some ideas for the prequel to Majesty’s Offspring, I haven’t forgotten about the Age of Majesty. Soul Census has just taken a lot more of my time than I expected. After I’m done with book two, I’m returning to the world of The Sea Wolf and her crew.

Till next post…

-AJ

Nearing the End

I am almost done with Soul Census. I say this with confidence as I am writing the last chapter and should be done in a matter of days, maybe sooner.

This novel was both rewarding and emotionally exhausting. Mainly due to the numerous real life tragedies I faced in the midst of writing it. It is with a bit of sadness that I complete it and move on to the tedious process of editing, marketing, web pages, etc.  It does not mean it is the end of the Soul Census universe though, it will end open enough for more stories, as I did with Majesty’s Offspring.

All that said, I think back to all the things I endured in my life during these past couple of years as I wrote it. A little bit of the happy and sad times may well be embedded in the pages I penned. It makes me think how artists of all kinds can be so fueled by that passion inside them– be it a darkness in their life, anger, frustration or some other visceral response to life.

Musicians for instance… how many “one hit wonders” have their been?  Once they get their “fame and fortune” they seem to disappear. Is it because they lost their “fuel” to create more?  The trials and tribulations that allowed them the ability to create that masterpiece in the first place?

I dare not fall into that trap. I don’t propose that anything I write will make me any “fame and fortune”, but even mere comfort can trigger complacency. As a writer, I promise the reader to never be so complacent as to stop producing good works of fiction.

I’m hoping saying all this does not jinx me into a life living under a bridge. After all, it’s kind of hard to get published when you can’t get Internet. 🙂

Anyway, I’m going to try and finish this story that I am supposedly channeling from the spirit world. After that, it will be up to fate to decide whether it receives a warm reception. Till the next post…

-AJ

Channeling Prose…

I recently visited a psychic (if roll your eyes, you can stop reading).

It’s only the second time I’ve been to one– in both cases their predictions were pretty accurate. Some of things she said resonated, others I am waiting to see if they happen.

The one thing she said that I found interesting was that she said that I am “channeling” Soul Census somehow.

I’ve always felt that the things I write– the source of creativity, to be a mystical thing. I don’t just mean me, I mean all good artists. It’s a fascinating idea if you think about it. That creativity is being passed to us from some “Source”… the collective unconscious, The Universe, The Presence, God, whatever you want to call it.

Let’s pretend this is true for a moment. What does it mean? Is there some purpose behind it?  Some “karmic” function in creating art?  For the artist and/or for the fan?

I think back to that Quantum Mechanics experiment (I forget the name of it) where particles & waves are passed through slits, revealing that “things” do not exist until they are observed. Is it possible that is all we are? Observations made possible by an all-seeing eye?

If the matter that we see is created through the act of observation, then who is to say that the things we “channel” as artists do not exist in another parallel dimension. Perhaps, one possible alternate universe that we create in our minds and exist in some form of matter elsewhere.

If we are observations manifested by “God”, then maybe we retain some of that same power within us– the power to manifest worlds… somewhere else, in a galaxy far away perhaps?

Maybe that’s all anti-matter really is. Those manifestations… which can never meet their creator without a massive explosion.

Perhaps even, that’s why we are separated from The Spirit Realm by bodies… so that we don’t just blow up. 🙂

And only when we shed these physical, third-dimensional bodies, can we interact with The Spirit Realm… without it being a volatile mix.

Just some mental diarrhea. Fun to think about sometimes…

-AJ Vega

Fountain of Imagination

I’ve often wondered about the source of creativity. Like all artists, I have been gifted (or cursed at times) with an extremely creative mind for as long as I can remember. I used to take it for granted until I put that imagination to work in the craft of writing. Then I began to realize “Hey, not everyone can do ‘this’…”

Since that realization, I wondered what the source of it was. Sure, the logical side of me may point to a map of my brain on a wall, slapping it with a ruler like some eager professor claiming that this obscure spot of misfiring neurons is the source of my creativity. But that would be a boring and mundane explanation wouldn’t it?

I would like to instead imagine that the source of creativity is something else… perhaps something more “multidimensional” than an empty area between synapses. Let’s just pretend that for a moment. After all, with “spooky” science like quantum mechanics, anything may be possible with the mere observance of an event or application of thought.

So, perhaps these characters, visages and worlds we authors create or simply glimpses of an alternate reality… tiny glimpses of what was, is or may be, in another world or dimension. That would make us historians retelling a story that perhaps was. Maybe science fiction stories are actually history books from the future?

Fantasy the translation of an alternative universe into a context that us mere humans may understand. Or perhaps, alternate realities that can, or have, or will, exist. Just depends on which membrane you happen to be hopping on.

Or…. maybe it is just an empty spot of misfiring neurons that I’m trying to glorify into something cooler. But hey, it’s fun to think about. 🙂

-AJ

Soul Census

Despite life’s attempts to derail my ambitions, I am nearing the end of Soul Census. Only a chapter to go (I think).  I say “I think” because I don’t plan these things out– every page is a mystery to me. Whatever the characters do and say are as much a surprise to me as to the reader. As a writer, I am a “medium” peeking into another world where these adventures take place and I am but the historian recounting it all. At least that’s what I like to tell myself. 🙂

Soul Census has been a fun write/read. I think it has the potential to make people think– and that’s all I ever try to do… stir the broth of thought in our minds and see how it tastes.

I’ll probably be looking for “Beta Readers” soon. Well, after I have it professionally edited anyway. I’m sure it will need some “tidying” up by another set of eyes.

Not much else to report at this point. Till next entry…

-AJ