I see you, sitting at your perch on top of the great flying buttresses of the churches. I know what they use you fore. You are ugly and fearsome, so you keep demons away. But I think you’re beautiful. I know that you were cast out of heaven by the other angels; you were not quite perfect. You were flawed and heaven is no place for those like you.

When you reached the earth, you came upon the humans who recognized you. They were glad to have you and you were glad to be loved. Then the humans too realized your imperfections and betrayed you. Monsters, they called you. Wraiths, they called you. Demons, they called you.

I remember what you did next. You ran away to find a place where you could belong and where you could be accepted and loved. You found the church and you were recognized. They use you as ornaments to the great edifices of their faith. How long will you stay? Maybe when you realize that the church does not love you and you ralize that you’re being used by those who claim to know what it most high, that you’ll leave. My only request is that you take me with you, fo you see, I am a gargoyle too.


9 July 2009

I am taking my summer seriously, you know working and doing all these crazy things.

Right now, for my writing, I am researching. Doing lots and lots and lots of research. I like to research things that interest me and learning is really great. This next series that I will work on (after I finish the Chronicles) will be a Psychological Horror and Modernism beast. I am really excited to start working on it, and quite frankly, these characters have been driving me crazy with all the possibilities.

That’s what my mind does, run possibilities. However, books are usually different when I write, I no longer am the author. I am merely the humble chronicler. The characters take over, I just give nudges in the direction the story is supposed to go once in a while. Is that what God(s) is/are like?