(A note before I begin: This entry is going to talk a lot about the goings-on inside an acute-care ward within a mental health facility. For that reason, I am going to use aliases and flat-out mess-ups of names in order to protect anonymity and privacy. Please do not ask me who is who, because even if I do remember, I am not going to tell you. Similarly, if you recognise yourself in these writings and would like to be completely blanked out, feel free to comment.) Continue Reading
Author’s note: Following is the third and final part of my latest story detailing adventures shared by my most direct proxy character, Kronisk, and a character fielded by a nice lass I met on World Of Warcraft. If you wish to read the previous parts, you can find part one here and part two here.
In part one, Kronisk and Corrigwen have returned to Kali-Yuga about a month after having a wedding ceremony on Azeroth. It is brought to their attention that the new stock enemy on Kali-Yuga, the Overlanders, have taken to taking long-distance photographs of schoolchildren in the Ursine village. Continue Reading
Author’s note: Following is the second part of my latest story detailing the adventures shared by my most direct proxy character, Kronisk, and one character fielded by a very nice lass I met on World Of Warcraft. If you came to this page via an external link and wish to read the previous part, follow this link.
The executive summary of that part is that Kronisk and Corrigwen have come back to Kali-Yuga about a month or three after having a wedding ceremony on Azeroth. It has been brought to their attention that representatives of the new stock enemy on Kali-Yuga, the Overlanders, have taken to taking long-distance photographs of schoolchildren in the Ursine village. Continue Reading
Author’s note: Following is the first part of the latest story that I have written featuring both my direct proxy character and one of one wonderful lady’s World Of Warcraft characters. As usual, the story is divided into chapters, and will be mapped out with links so as to make it more accessible. As always, if anyone knows a means by which I can convert it to .epub format or similar, give me a yell. But please do not suggest Adobe Acrobat to me. That sluggish, bloated format crashes e-readers like a car on a rollercoaster track.
I did briefly consider changing the order in which I published the stories I wrote during my extended, enforced leave of absence, but then I decided it would just be easier to put things online in the order that they were written. Messing around with things too much can only make life more difficult than it needs to be. Continue Reading
Before we begin, aka the preamble: In case the post title did not make this clear, this is the final part of a three-part story that I originally wrote in plain text format over a period spanning between one and two months. The previous chapter can be found here, and the first chapter can be found here.
So, a recap: In the first chapter, we are introduced to Mage-General Kronisk and his fiancée, a Dwarvish woman who goes by the name of Corrigwen. After she speaks to Gilmick‘s class about why nature makes creatures different, and attends a pair of concerts with Kronisk, she and Kronisk traverse the Wunderwerck to Azeroth so that Kronisk may meet Corrigwen‘s family.
When Kronisk does meet the family, there is a slight difficulty on their part in sussing him out (so to speak). And when Kronisk‘s attempt to communicate in grok-able terms to Corrigwen how he sees the importance of their relationship demands more of him than he expected, it ends with him needing a small degree of medical assistance. Last we saw, he went to sleep in a state of some confusion. We pick up the next morning… Continue Reading
Notes before we begin: I am going to post here a bit of a retelling of a dream sequence in one of my novels. In it, Linula has dreams of being visited as she sleeps by the monsters that have chased her psychologically since she was a young and abused child. The dream is meant to be symbolic. The teddybear in essence tells her that she no longer needs to be afraid of the people that have abused her, and he will keep the memories at bay whilst she sleeps. The scene in all of its forms was inspired by the picture you see to the left of this paragraph. I do not know the exact source, but it has been floating around the internet a lot with a caption stating “teddy bears: protecting children from monsters under the bed since 1902”. That is where the idea for the scene in question began to gestate.
Further note: Actually, stuff it. I am going to post the whole (as yet untitled) story. The things I do for all you shit-chucking monkeys. *pokes out tongue*
Upon her return to Arterclius and one of its student accommodation facilities, Linula sought the apartment to which she had been assigned. Upon entering it, she put her bags down, took off her clothes, and climbed into the shower. Lightly rubbing soap over her body, she contemplated the events of the past six weeks, and what they meant to her.
After writing so much about the process of writing, I thought it was time to take a look at things I am really saying with some of the things that I write. As anyone who has written a publishable story knows, there are multiple kinds of scene with which to populate your story, but each scene reflects something of its creator. So let us explore a couple of scenes involving my most direct proxy, the Mage-General known to most as Kronisk. Kronisk is, with some differences that I will highlight, more or less physically the same as his creator. Kronisk is about five feet and eight inches (with change), and weighs enough to resemble a slightly more in-shape John Belushi (if you do not know who he was, and since 1982 will always be, then piss off). But there are some germane points to understand about the character for the purposes of this discussion. Like the Halfling Mage known as Linula, Kronisk was abused as a child. Whilst the sexual extent of the abuse differs, the overall effect is much the same.
So when Kronisk uses a power against one suspect in the conspiracy and murder that drives the plot of the third novel, well, let us go into the effects that it has. The power causes the victim to start screaming and clawing at his own skin. My writing of this scene makes no secret of the fact that the victim in this case feels like worms of filth are crawling through his skin, just beneath what medical experts refer to as the subcutaneous tissue. (For those who do not know, the subcutaneous layer is the layer just beneath the surface of the skin. People with diabetes put needles into this layer regularly.) The eventual result, which even makes the people who hate the victim most for his deeds, is that the victim starts clawing his own skin off with nothing but his fingernails. Being powerful enough to control how other Mages use their power entails being so powerful that one almost becomes a force of nature.
But as in all writings, one must come up with a credible explanation of what a character does. As the story in question is also attempting to explain how Linula reacts to elements within her place of birth taking exception to her being overtly sexual and unafraid to blow the whistle on abusers, only subtle hints are necessary. But this is a stage in the story I have not quite reached yet, as my fiction writing has once again come to a standstill (it is hard to keep motivated at doing something with no real hope of reward, especially when one is ill very frequently).
But this goes right to the heart of what motivates my writing. A quote that drives the story in question comes from the Sigh song Shingontachikawa. To quote the song, “the hidden power my lust evokes, known in ancient rhyme / turning sexual energy into the power to kill”. Twelve to fifteen years from now, my little sister is probably going to read this and freak out a bit, but it has to be said. The societies in the Allied Realms, especially the Dwarvish and Human ones, have a way of paying attention to the fact that childhood is temporary, but trauma is forever. And the more you attempt to extend one in many cases, the more of the other you will cause. Every word you see written here, or anywhere in my journal, has resulted from the fact that a person who thought they were doing the right thing, or somehow being nice to me, was trying to keep me a child for another day. Although perspectives and levels of information have changed drastically, the truth is that my mind’s contents have not changed a great deal since I was nearly ten years old. What has changed since then, and I am sure anyone who has been autistic for thirty years or more will get what I mean here, is my understanding of those contents.
When an author writes about an absolute loser of a woman being in an abusive relationship where her chastity and general lack of any character other than passivity are held up as virtues, I get sore. When I am told that I am supposed to idolise people that have the same emotional and social responses as eight year olds when they are chronologically eighteen years old, I get sore. When I am told that a television show in which fourteen year olds act exactly the same as four year olds whilst a moron in a suit tells them that they are not good unless they have good feelings, I want to smash my television set in. If you are going to sit and tell me that the stories, shows, or other material that I am referencing here are actually good for their specified target audiences, then if I ever do manage to make the jump to writing or… whatever… professionally, you are the kind of audience I most emphatically do not want.
This, in a nutshell, is why there are no scenes in any of my stories in which children are mentioned, unless they are dealing with a very serious emotional-development issue. Or helping with a plot point that cannot be advanced in any other manner. I am not going to infantalise any audience that I have, and I am deadly sick of others trying to do the same with me.
This is also why, in every novel I have written to date, there is at least one scene in which characters engage in sexual acts. I do not give a fukk about what you have been told. With the manner in which Humans change at a point roughly around their twelfth birthday, the idea that they will reach the age of forty without having engaged in at least some kind of sexual act with another person is not normal. It may happen for various reasons, such as differences in neurological structure (a Google search for “autistic” and “asexual”, for example, can reveal a lot), but the only reason nature would ever see a need to bring about asexuality in a mortal creature designed with its intellect subservient to its emotions is a little thing called overpopulation. A subject I have meandered about enough times to not go into here. One has to ask, how fukked up is our world now that something that nature deliberately designed to bring us enough pleasure and happiness that it can even right severe psychological wrongs is the subject of so much fear, hate, and anger?
That, in a nutshell, is why every novel set in an idealised fantasy world should, where possible, include scenes in which two or more of the characters have sex. If I have convinced anyone reading this of that value, then I am glad to have written this. If not, go to hell. In any event, I thank you all again for reading this far.
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