Monday, February 29, 2016

The Riddle of The Dark Lodge

  In order to celebrate the publication of my fourteenth book, the novel Falling I will invite to a small competition, invite everyone interested to solve the riddle of The Dark Lodge.
  Among those doing that, I will draw one to receive a signed copy of my novel Alarums of Reality.
  That’s it, people. Good luck!
  Send submissions to manofhood@yahoo.com

  Send them before 6 PM central European time on March 15, 2016.

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Things to do in London when burning with passion and life (V)

  (IV)

  Sunday…

  I woke up refreshed and almost completely cured, It felt amazing, beyond amazing. I usually am pretty groggy during the first hours of morning, also when my health is top notch, but that Sunday morning my awareness soared. My eyes stayed wide open.
  The world outside, the daylight breaking through the windows didn’t seem real. What was within the walls of our gathering felt very much so, poignant and passionate and all great words and acts.
  It’s pretty funny. I re-experienced everyone and everything from the day before in a way. Saturday was a fever dream, Sunday a feverish, passionate reality…
  I hugged Ruby, Dorothy, Camille, Alan and the rest, each and every one of them again, and they chuckled softly, laughing with me.
  We gathered around the breakfast long table. It felt like we had done it every morning, like we did long ago. This wasn’t reminiscing, but on the contrary living in the moment.
  - A la vida, Dorothy said and raised her glass filled with pale wine. – To Life!
  - TO LIFE! We all choired.
  We drank and feed and drank again, a thousand different scents and tastes enriching our lives.
  I was brought twenty-seven years back in time, when I first heard those Spanish words, heard her speak them. The intonation was almost exactly the same. She had aged, for good and for bad, like we all had, but she hadn’t truly changed, not in her core. She had grown. I realized in that moment that we had all grown, had made Bob Dylan’s words ours.
  When I looked around and listened to those sitting with me around the table and I knew that almost no one here had joined the pervasive mainstream shit, and that alone feels like a miracle, and I felt pride and joy beyond words.
  I haven’t met many truly free people in my lifetime, no matter how hard I’ve searched for them, but many sat around that table. I recalled a great past and noticed a great present in potent and poignant ways.
  My thoughts had been muddled with fever yesterday. Today it was increasingly muddled with alcohol, but I still enjoyed a mind clearer, far clearer than on most ordinary days, like I benefited from a thousand cold showers without the disadvantages.

  The memories of bygone days and nights flowed effortlessly between us, the past and present mingling and becoming one.

Tuesday, February 02, 2016

Author's word - Falling

  It took more time than I initially believed to be the case to complete this one. The story turned out to be much longer than I initially thought it would be. It needed a far more detailed backdrop, and thus I provided it.
  It always feels strange to write the final scene, the words and story you have waited for years to complete and carried in your mind even longer. I had, have notes, of course, but not the complete, fleshed out ending, even though there have been occasions where I have written the final chapter first or early, like with Your Own Fate.
  I started on book two of the trilogy months ago. I wrote the fallout of the ending before I wrote the ending.
  This is the fifteenth novel I’ve written, and just pondering that fact makes my thoughts flow. It’s different from all the other books I’ve written, like they’re all different from each other. That has been my tenet from the start, and I know now that I will always stick to it.
  I have secrets with this novel, this book, like I have with all the others, first hand knowledge of the story and of the motivations of the author that I will take with me to the grave…
  I quite enjoy that.
  In order to finish the story faster than I otherwise would have done, I have much more than usual written solely on this one. I have not exactly ignored the other four novels I’m currently writing, but they have been on the backburner for a while. Now, they slowly re-emerge to the foreground of my attention, which is fun in itself.

  Usually I don’t use archaic and little used wording and phrases excessively, but this time I have sort of encouraged my own use of it, practically excelled in it. You will quickly realize why.

  One very interesting item: Writing this novel has shown me, even more than before what life and writing is, how similar life and writing are. One decision or act, once made reverberates from that point and changes the rest of your life in smaller and bigger, often irreversible ways. I make a decision in chapter fourteen, something not given in advance, something not strictly necessary for the story, and practically everything changes. I had no idea, no conscious awareness of where it would lead. It felt like a logical progression at the time, a way of developing the plot, but the result, totally unforeseen resulted in a number of other changes later on that again would lead to other changes and so on.
  The overall story would have managed fairly well without all that, but it would have been a much shorter, less interesting, meager result. It’s very funny and fulfilling; I seek variety and depth and realism, and the end result is far superior to what I at that moment in the past could imagine. The novel grew, and I grew with it.
  One word may change everything, and one act alone may transform you and your surroundings, your very world, for better or for worse.
  I had confirmed to myself another tenet of mine, another general rule: Don’t rush things!


  It’s such a pleasure being an author.