Shadows beneath the Street Lamp series, and some ranting..

I have been working eagerly on the second installment for the” Shadows beneath the Street Lamp” series and I’m really excited about the whole thing. My goal for these stories is to bring the readers to the dark corners of life. I want to grab them by the back of the heads and force them, so to speak, to look at the people and areas of life we tend to overlook or pass by. The black sheep, the crazies, the steaming piles of shit we drive or walk by on our way to work or school, that we seem to ignore the existence of. The people we tend to immediately judge as losers or nobodies, the mentally deranged. I want to bring to life the thoughts inside their heads, the battles they have within themselves, their addictions or obsessions.

My style of writing is very gritty, the best way I can describe it, is like watching a Quentin Tarantino flick, but in no way do I feel like I am as good as him. I’ve been looking around, reading other blogs and also work form other writers, searching for something interesting or inspirational  and I’ve noticed a lot of talk about what being a writer is. I have almost disagreed with every quote I’ve seen so far. I think a good number of people romanticize on the stereo types of what a writer is and strive to feel a part of those ideals. I want to clarify what a writer is for some people; a writer is a man, a woman, a mother, a father, a wife, a husband. A writer is me, it’s you, it’s the guy next door, the lady at the grocery store, the man struggling to pay his bills and take care of his family.  You don’t have to be anything or fall into certain guide lines to be a writer because writing itself is an anomaly. It’s an art that you should feel free while doing, not feeling like you have to be the bohemian asshole leaning out of some slummy apartment window smoking cigarettes and gulping at bottles of liquor.

All in all, I don’t want people who think of themselves as prestige writers to make the rules for other people. I don’t want to be told what I have to be passionate about or how to live my life; I just want to be me and nobody else. I want to write for me and nobody else, yes I want people to read my work and enjoy it but, I don’t give two fucks in a whores ass what sells and what doesn’t, if my work sells it does and it did because of the way I wrote it, and I wrote it because it was in my head.

Anyways, enough ranting from me, if you haven’t checked out the first installment : “Lullaby for a Lost Soul.” Please do, it’s free and I hope you will like it. Here is the link….

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/237411

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Lullaby for a Lost Soul has been released!!

Well it’s finally finished…. At least the first installment is. “Lullaby for a Lost Soul” has now been self-published. As I mentioned it’s the first installment to a series of short stories I will be doing called: “Shadows beneath the Street Lamp.” Every story will be dark and will take place somewhere in Norfolk. I’ve been working on the second installment but I’ve just been so damn busy with school work, writing things I really don’t want to write, I barley have time to work on it. That’s part of the reason it took me so long to get this one out.

Please click the link and download it, it’s absolutely free and you can always read it in your spare time. Or instead of checking your face book news feeds while you’re taking a shit, you can read a story. That way, even if you don’t like it, you were stuck on the shitter anyways and never wasted bit of time.

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/237411