Part 5 out of 6 of my Hisoka story. Enjoy
Part 4 of the Hisoka story. Enjoy.
School’s about to start again and with it comes the usual cluster of emotions. I’ve always hated school. Let’s leave out the bullying for a second and just focus on the human interaction. I just don’t like people. And apparently that’s a bad thing.
But then I realized something.
It’s not me. It’s YOU.
Yes, You. You judgemental motherfuckers out there who make life for people like me a living hell.
Q: What do you mean people like you, Ryan?
R: We’re called Alphas.
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We’re called creative people. How do you recognize us? We live with our heads, in youtube channels, in blogs, in books, in paintings, in sports, in actions, in video games, in entertainment. We’re the people you tweet about. We’re the people you pretend to be on facebook. In short: WE’RE AWESOME.
And the simply truth is; the world can’t handle us.
Now, if you are happy with your life, click the red x button right now. This Charlie Sheen-like rant is for you, artist. You, seeker of beauty.
I live in Malta. Land of the talentless and lifeless.
Allow me to explain: this is not because we do NOT have talent. Oh boy we DO have talent. LOTS and lots of it.
The problem is everyone else. They try to quash your talent. Because they can’t take in just how awesome you are. They don’t see life the way you do and that’s a bad thing. For them. And they make it everybody’s problem.
How do you deal with them?
“All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity. But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men for they act their dream with open eyes to make it possible.” – T.E. Lawrence
“So baby dry your eyes
Save all the tears you’ve cried
Oh, that’s what dreams are made of
Oh baby, we belong in a world that must be strong
Oh, that’s what dreams are made of
And in the end on dreams we will depend
‘Cause that’s what love is made of ”
Part 3 of the Hisoka story. Just because I feel productive today. Enjoy. Ps. This story will be a 6 parter, since my mind is way too complicated.
Part 2 to Hisoka’s Second Time. People asked for it, and since I’m a writing monkey, I had to write. As usual, I don’t own anything except all which is originally mine. Which now that I think about it, is everything in the story.
So really and truly I own everything. I keep them all in my closet. I’m worried it’s getting crowded in there.
For those of you who don’t know, I happen to be an amateur athlete. Emphasis on amateur. I’m not very good. Sort of.
Well, I tend to kick ass. Just sayin’.
My sport/ martial art Du Jour is Olympic Wrestling , Jujitsu and a hybrid style known as Spirit Combat (which is kinda like a jujitsu-meets-karate-meets-aikido-meets-kick boxing-meets-kung fu. If I forgot anybody I apologize. I’m there is a system founder looking at this going “What about me?!” as they stroke their Pai-Mei style beard.)
And this week, an Pro German Wrestling team visited my sad little island (literally) for a little sun, sea and showdown smack-down.
And despite their cultural (waaayyyyy more disciplined then us hoolingans) systems and differences, I believe we had fun.
A week of late sleeping, early waking, cultural visiting / tour guiding, host playing and the aforementioned butt kicking. All on dregs (3 hrs a day) of sleep.
So why do I bring this up?
Because today is the start, the beginning. Is it really?
Yes, today is the day that I have officially become an author. A (self )published author. With a book.
This is a story blog so allow me to divulge in a tale of journey, pride and screaming at the computer cos you don’t know what the fuck else to do.
It was during entire days of touring Malta’s finest (sarcasm dripping) establishments and cultural monuments (half of which our governments saw fit to demolish), we would arrive home at, say, eight or nine pm. I takes me till about ten to fully regain control over my central nervous system again.
And how does one relax after a day of playing host? Why, by going on Kindle (CreateSpace) and formatting (playing with margins) a manuscript 16 cocking times before it is accepted for ebook publishing.
And today, as I carefully sat down with my sunburnt lobster-red body, I have received the good news. My debut novel, of my debut series, (I’m new to this gig, get off my ass) is up on kindle.
Yeah you read well.
Book one of the Legacy series, Firstborn, is, in fact, IN your way. It’s looking at you with puppy eyes, begging you to caress it as you stroke your finger across your kindle, ipad, iphone or whatever. And you can, in fact do that.
Right here. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009EUR2RG.
Yeah right up there, in the purple/ blue link.
I dare you.
You know you want to.
It is only now, after 6 cookies, a cup of coffee and a 5 hour nap that I have the energy to deal with this. I’ve had an arduous week. I’ve screamed at the kindle set up site and at my computer, which almost gave me a heart attack or two. I’ve had to read 4 books a day and all of them were the same. Mine. So its understandable that I’m hating this novel right now and want don’t want to see to for at least another year. Or two.
But you’ll love it. A mixture of action, paranormal, humour and pissed off wizards, Firstborn will have your hear racing and your pants peeing. 0_0. Or it will threaten to shoot a fireball in your face.
For those of you who are interested here is the blurp:
Meet Erik Ashendale, wizard.
He solves all kinds of problems of a magical and freaky nature. Especially when it comes to hunting down the supernatural.
So when he and his talking cat are asked to protect a girl who’s being chased by a big-time demon, they can hardly refuse, especially when the rent’s due.
Once the fight takes shape, Erik and the rest of his unlikely companions have to pit themselves against the elemental forces of good and evil: angels, demons, a Japanese monster, 1/7 of the Deadly Sins, talking pets . . . and even a morally ambiguous twin sister gets thrown into the mix.
In order to stay alive, Erik must deal with his terrible past and the secrets of his family. And he must never forget the most important rule of his twisted world: Nothing is ever what it seems.
P.S. You’ll be happy to know that all that remains for the London Expo is to find someone to print 150 copies of this novel in 4 weeks. My only problem is that I have a professional attitude, which seems to be in opposition to the local motherfuckers that I have to work with. But that’s my problem. :)
Stay tuned for more updates. After a loooonnnnnngggggggg nap.
I may have promised the release of the cover of Firstborn yesterday. Or was it the day before? I tend to merge the 9 or 10 days of the week (yes I know. My days are f***in long!!!!) in to one long, never-ending clusterfuc*.
You wanna see it?
Are you drooling yet?
In order of appearance from left to right -> Big boat, pissed off magically enhanced wizard, Big Ass MONSTER. It’s an Ushi-Oni. Wiki it.
Stay tuned for more updates. And rants. Mostly rants.