I apologize if this entry seems melancholy and brief, for I myself am currently fairly melancholy, dictated by a want of a desire to write in expatiation to thine own preceded pleasure; insofar as those who have liked my posts and/or subsequently followed my blog whence thy eyes fall upon my humbled and all-too-often broken words. I thank thee all for your support. I truly find peace in my life, my marriage my job and throughout the albeit now scant time for which I may write, blog or even, for that lacking matter, read in the knowing that, for those who like and/or follow this small corner of the inter-web, I can grasp your much needed understanding and empathy. By a “show of hands”, I call on everyone to raise in agreement to this statement of Autism being quite misunderstood and grossly unaware in a society for which true adaptation utterly requires no Autism in any individual for societal acceptance. In other words, our world does not accommodate Autism and in order to verily live within it, I as well as all others on the fabled spectrum must act as though we don’t have Autism.
I wish to say that I truly hold no grudge, no need of vindication and absolutely no hatred against any and all who make a gross misjudgment on my account. From being truly considered mentally retarded in the most raw and absolute sense of the word (absent of all satire from which it hails) to being sorely criticized for not knowing the meaning of a fairly common word when my common vocabulary occupies an inhuman vichyssoise of verbal paroxysms; I just didn’t know what the word “rapport” meant, so sue me. Thus this leads to my purpose in making this entry here and now, for when I write… I am.
Raise your hand if managing your finances is easy. Raise your hand if you have money troubles. Do you have debts? Do you need a promotion, a new job or perhaps wish to relocate where the cost of living is more affordable? If you answered “yes” to any or all of the above, I’ve got good news for you: you’re not alone and it is normal. We are all seeking the acquisition of wealth. Until the United Federation of Planets is established by First Contact of Dr. Zefram Cochrane who sparked the world peace, we will always need money and we will always lack money… in one way, shape or form. Hear me, I beg of you, readers:
If you are reading my entry for the first time, you might very well gather that the forte behind this mass of manifold manner in mind maligning writing in my Autism is, in fact, words, grammar and sentence structure et cetera. You can imagine my level of output in endurance in seeing todays level of common knowledge of the aforesaid. I am a writer. From February 17, 2005 I have written roughly 1.2 million words in my daily hand written journal, alone. Multiply that numeral by a factor of about 10 and you have, although on a debauched estimation, my total word count of my career since its dawn. In fact, the moment my hands reach a keyboard under this current endeavor, journaling, story writing or otherwise, my previous statement of a foretold action of conciseness has been utterly obliterated due to such a drive and a compelling nature to write and write and write. This is my nepenthe. I must end, for the dishes are yet to be done:
I must ask a favor of all those now reading. With tears in my eyes and my entire blog preceding as my declaration of desperation, I need some money but I do not wish to give you faithful bibliophiles nothing in return. Much worse, my book has been taken off the market, although I still hold a title of published author. So, I am going to put my book, The Rudimentum Series: Aeon Eternal, back on Amazon.com for the kindle, kindle app et cetera so that you, those who can empathize in Autism, you who love to read (why else would you like my posts) and I who have married the most beautiful of God’s angels and yearn beyond all else, save my desire to see God himself, to raise our family in a decent home, may thusly purchase and read my beautiful words and lead this man of God to something he’s been praying now for over ten years: I wish to be a writer. My fellow readers, my tears are herein so heavy that they can practically finish this entry on their own weighted impact upon my keyboard. I plead with you, the readers, the ones for whom my words lie in all intent to entertain, enlighten and, above all, to bestow unending joy: head over to Amazon.com kindle et cetera and get your copy of The Rudimentum Series: Aeon Eternal. Thank you.
Yet, more bad news: the final edited and polished copy of the book is in my possession, digitally. However, it is baptized with editorial notes and highlighted portions for parenthetical analysis. In other words, it’s covered in crap *wink*. I will be posting the book, The Rudimentum Series: Aeon Eternal, right now all the same. It will be unedited. Be patient, and the final edited cut shall be released. This is the good news that comes out of this hitherto depressing post: I will be posting the sequel. I’ve commented and posted (somewhat [I sleep on average 5 hours a night, so I am pretty busy]) on the fan page on Facebook: The Rudimentum Series: Aeon Eternal by D.B. Keosababian, that I have been editing the sequel. I “have been” editing the sequel and I have not finished. Because you guys are awesome (I know this because you’re reading my blog) and because I love reading too and it does not matter, edited, unedited, full of notes, full of editors/authors parenthetical notes et cetera, I’ll read just about anything (raise your hand if you love reading so much that you’ve exhausted every last punctuation mark and contraction and most obscure asterisk on ketchup, soda or any food product, nutrition fact labels). In this I pray your purchase follows your conclusion of this entry posthaste for supplying a man who writes better than he, well, processes in his mind (ASD) with some good financial support so he, his wife and the children they are trying to have can, well, eat and live under a roof and stuff. Best of all, my digital books will be cheap. Then, when I can *author scratches his head nervously in cogitation of a foresighted anticipatory impossibility of balance in time*, the editing I shall finish and the final glossy-finished copies of my books shall be out for thy much desired pleasure. For those who have already read the first book, comment and let me know what you thought of it, and… tee hee hee, the sequel. I hope your mind can bend, for the forthcoming books that I wish to write shall surely make them break!!!
Love, blessings, prayers, hopes and good willed wishes to you all. Thank you thank you and I once again thank you. You are my reason to write. You are my reason to create. You are my reason to say for all the world: I love God, I am his son, and he has given me my only one,
My love my all, the one I call,
My true love and my so true wife,
She is my soul, she is my life.
To him I thank, to him the lamb,
The Christ who’s saved me, the great I AM.
“Therefore, we love because he loved us first.” -1 John 4:19
-The Giver of Words.
Postscript: just type in D.B. Keosababian on Amazon and The Rudimentum Series: Aeon Eternal for the Facebook fan page. Check out my albeit humble Youtube channel, too. There’s an interview there! D.B. Keosababian. Thank you so much!!!