My thanks to those who like and follow my humble blog. My greatest compassion for those who relate to my myriad of struggles. My greatest respect for those whose endeavor is to assist and augment the field study and edification of people suffering with or around those with any magnitude of the spectrum of Autism. My love for all, as it is in my faith of Christianity to offer as said by Jesus the Christ himself. Opinions aside, I beg of thee, the aforesaid was pure subjectivity. Testimonies, however, of my friends and family shall stipulate full-well the authenticity of said statement. My meaning behind these words is to merely thank all my readers. The convenience of technology and entertainment breaks my heart insofar as the will to verily read seems to diminish steadily through the transpiration of these months and years. Do you still remember how to use a semicolon; what its true punctuational purpose it is to employ in even simple sentences?
Sarcasm aside, reader, the preceding is a fundamental prelude behind the true purpose behind this new blog post. Without any gilding of the lily and adieu to be banished, my want to be candid in matters of writing script shall be herein annulled to better extenuate my need: I need a literary agent. Indeed, a writer’s path is inundated by rejection and defined by common and regular setbacks. What then, having nearly exhausted myself in the execution of sending a plethora of expatiated query letters; receiving only one or two replies of any congenial nature of rejection, the rest not replying at all? Am I to perpetuate this pattern of rhythmic and seceding evocations of my dream–my decade long dream–to various agents followed by supplications rivaling one’s desire to conquer a nation or to merely survive; to be given–if at all–no more then two sentences worth of a moderately polite and cordial,” sorry, but no?” Perhaps.
It is time I invoke further resources. No, I am not that old. I am thirty one years old. In all practicality, the adaptation of technology and its pragmatic usage in daily living should be at the forefront of my life. It is not. I am old fashioned. I watch VHS. I listen to cassette tapes on occasion. I scorn the use of bluetooth and employ it sparingly. I call to make reservations instead of doing it online. I write the people I love a written letter, just because; utilizing a wax seal just for rustic effect. I am old fashioned and it has become at least somewhat of a trial incorporating things such as head pieces for phones and smart TV’s in my household. I have officially owned no more than four phones in my entire life. Yes, reader, four. My latest, albeit a smart phone, is three years old. Okay, are you ready? Here, observe.
The planc scale in my created universe is as useful as an analog typewriter in a stock brokerage firm in 2015. Immortality and the quest thereto is child’s play and is no longer sought for reasons that shall remain now undisclosed. Organic entities can exist is space, and not due to technological advances. Time is both relative and constant depending on a person’s constructional, psychological and physical make up; varying in terms of how that individual might perceive their existence in relation to God, being a relative, also. For it is the concept of God in my universe what provoked the search that caused for an entire planet a slavery in their soul. Not that of Hell or damnation, no, and not even a forsakenness. It falls more akin to that of being lost: knowing that you are lost and suffering the ramifications thereto, yet not knowing truly of how lost you are. A never-ending life of ceaseless paradox, yet not in itself a paradox but a practical application, yet not.
My ideas are ripe. My novels are stockpiling in my mind and my notebooks. My language of Angellium is building: the language of angels. I never told anyone this, but I discovered in myself an idea to create also the language and dialect of demons. Or, perhaps… no. You’re not getting that one. I am being rather bold and bestowing a few of my ideas which shall lie nestled in my stores, if only I had the time to write them. I need a literary agent who would be willing to publish my work which would hopefully allow more liberty to write fully to better consummate my gift of generating verily something out of the abyss of pure nothingness. A trait I have found not all that common amongst the world. I am offering herein a petition to any agents who might just so happen to come across a young man’s humble blog who says, “epic fantasy: this is my forte and this is my passion. I am not at all apt to follow the fashion… that is of conventional storytelling. Galileo; Tesla; Columbus; Einstein; Freud; Jesus: people who revolutionized our very course as humans and our path to eternity. Look how people loathed them. I am not here to be an arrogant, forthright, altruistic show-off of genius. I am here to plead with all of you that there can be books for people to read that are simply different. I am so fed up with the commonality of literature these days; with the ways movies are made; music; poetry. Allow that tapping into what might at face value be considered eccentric… controversial… even slightly blasphemous. I cannot contain my zeal nor will I placate my readers with flowery pros or cliche dialogue: I am here to turn the very axis of the earth a single degree off its rotation. Why? Because the alternative is utter and pure boredome; a singularity of transpiring events trapped by routine; a notion that I hate more than Satan himself: stagnation: nothing. A simple and absolute nothing.
The Rudimentum Series: Aeon Eternal. This is the first book of my series published by Tate Publishing and Enterprises. You can find my book at their website, also Barnes and Noble, Amazon, iBooks et cetera. Check out my fan page on Facebook entitled exactly as the book’s title. Listen to my interview by an esteemed psychotherapist on YouTube: my channel: D.B. Keosababian. Read past entries of my blog. Check out my short story peripheral to The Rudimentum Series: Aeon Eternal on Amazon.com/Kindle. Buy my poetry book on Amazon for .99 cents. Listen to my original piano compositions on my Youtube channel. Subscribe, if you like.
I have ideas, reader. Even I think they’re too radical, which is why I want to use them in my books. So, I have sent the query letters. Alirght, then, let us try this internet, thing. Maybe if I incorporate more of common technology–which is a joke compared to where I have it going in my books–I might have a better chance of acquiring a good agent. However, I am still watching VHS. Give this writer a chance. I am tired of feeling sorry for myself and I am tired of being afraid all the time. No more. The weirder the better.
-The Giver of Words.
Postscript: the sequel to my first novel is and has been finished. A little editing, polishing and pampering….