As an author and self-publisher, I do it all, including all technology duties. Recently, one of my reader’s suggested I provide images of my creations. This would help them visualize the characters and demons. I truly love to leave such issues to the imagination of the reader, but if a simple sketch can help excite these readers and future readers, then I will take the time.
Let me say that my day job is being an accountant. Going back as far as I can remember, I have had an active imagination. I am possibly ADD. Back in my youth, I’d draw monsters on paper and cut them out to play with. We didn’t have video games – 3,000 TV channels, or other devices of modern technology we now take for granted or feel entitled to. We read. We went to see the movies when we could save enough money for the ticket, a soft drink, and one large salty pickle. Our visual effects of the day now seem lame, but back then they sparked the imagination with a fury. I still vividly recall the monsters of my youth: The Creature of the Black Lagoon, Valley of the Gwangi, Godzilla, King Kong, Frankenstein, Dracula, Alien and most of all – The Exorcist. Then I’d daydream on those nights that sleep evaded me. I created my own worlds and heroes, and the demons and monsters those heroes fought. I never wanted to be an accountant, I actually wanted to be an architectural engineer, designing homes and structures. I wanted to be a creator with this imagination. But with all things, reality crashes in and one must find a method of support. Accounting has been good for me in this respect.
Above is a rough sketch of one of my creations, demented as it might be. What you are seeing is Haggarfuse, a Charamorg, an ethereal steward of the damned. One might consider him to be the devil, the one who rebelled against his maker, who brought havoc upon worlds, an immortal envious of the creator’s perceived preference to mortals . Here in his damned state he is meant to be fearful so that all the living would easily recognize evil by sight.
It has been thirty years since I took sketching seriously. This was the result of a couple of hours of effort. Time, at the age of 54, is very precious to me. I’ve worked more hours in the last 33 years than I can recall, too many nights and weekends lost, devoted to complying with the laws of the land dictated by those in power. I don’t know how many years I have left in this physical realm, but with what I have left, I want to return to that wonderment of my youth. I want to create. Not only a epic story of mythological proportion, but to bring the visions of my mind before those that still find wonderment in this world and beyond.
If you are like me in this regards, I invite you to join me on this journey.
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”
Edgar Allan Poe