Well, everybody, autumn is slowly creeping up on us here in Sydney, meaning that Christmas is getting steadily closer. Typical. Anyway, today we will talk about the twenty-eighth story in Aberrant, entitled, Such Possible Love. This story I wrote to express to others the experience of having a woman always in one's head. Let me explain.
I have mentioned Elizabeth before, here in these posts, a woman that I am still madly in love with after over twenty years. Trouble is she's very upset with me at the moment, and has been so for decades. Thus, my solution has been to telepathically communicate with her, the closest I can get. So far. This story then was written to let others know what it's like living entirely on one's romantic imagination, especially when it seems so real.
Of course, some of my friends have told me that I am obsessed with Elizabeth. I prefer devoted. Like Will Benton said, more or less, in Trollope's, The Benton Estate, 'I can only love the one woman. Her or no-one.' Like Will Benton it does seem very shallow to me to fall in love with more than one woman.
Anyway, I am still these days telepathically communicating with Elizabeth (usually when I am very intoxicated), and I have also started begging here forgiveness on Facebook Messenger, in the real, non-telepathic, world. Wish me luck!
Saturday, February 17, 2018
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Powerful Characters
G'day again, everyone. Here in Sydney we've just come out of a heat wave that lasted for about two weeks. It was roasting! Anyway, now we are up to the twenty-seventh story in Aberrant, entitled, Born of Necessity. Basically, this story is about Death taking his first holidays. I decided to write about Death because I have written many stories with God and/or Christ as main characters, so I only thought it fair that Death, being so important to us all, should be included too.
Writing the story was fun, almost as much fun as writing about God. My obsession with these large characters (God, Death, Adam and Eve, etc.) is partly due to the voices that only I was able to hear. I would spend many hours with them, and these large characters, exploring the nature of Reality, and in some sense, deciding its fate. I used to read a lot of phantasy novels when I was young so that is probably where I got my predilection for potent people.
Another reason I wrote this story is so that I could fictionally visit Melbourne again, where the story is largely set. I have a soft spot for Melbourne as when I was young my parents would take my brothers and I there each year to holiday. I also wrote about Melbourne in my book dealing with my homelessness, King Street Blues. I shall be returning there soon for another holiday, and I may invite God, Christ, and Death along too. Who knows?
Writing the story was fun, almost as much fun as writing about God. My obsession with these large characters (God, Death, Adam and Eve, etc.) is partly due to the voices that only I was able to hear. I would spend many hours with them, and these large characters, exploring the nature of Reality, and in some sense, deciding its fate. I used to read a lot of phantasy novels when I was young so that is probably where I got my predilection for potent people.
Another reason I wrote this story is so that I could fictionally visit Melbourne again, where the story is largely set. I have a soft spot for Melbourne as when I was young my parents would take my brothers and I there each year to holiday. I also wrote about Melbourne in my book dealing with my homelessness, King Street Blues. I shall be returning there soon for another holiday, and I may invite God, Christ, and Death along too. Who knows?
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