Cthulhu Doesn’t Hate Me…

…well, not any more than he hates the rest of you.

Although, I admit I’ve been rude in making my introduction. I’d love to meet Lovecraft fans. I’d even love more if they’d recognize my literary contributions. Not to the Cthulhu mythos, but rather my parallel world inspired by HP Lovecraft and the categorization of his mythos driven by August Derlerth. I say that and I know I raise hackles – but what other legitimate fantasy have you diehard Lovecraft fans to get upset about? I offer you something to burn in your dying fires – a sacrifice to Moloch, perhaps?

I could be more professional. More patient. Yet I expect “they,” of anyone, can recognize the social awkwardness we all share. I speak specifically of us folks fond of archaic horror, theology, cosmology and myth. I’m not anti-social. Shy and wary about making new friends, yeah, but I’m truly open-minded. I’m open-hearted tempered by frustrated anger. Dammit, I can’t get into Lovecraftzine.

Like 99% of the blind publishers to which I’ve submitted my stories, Mr. Mike Davis at Lovecraftzine doesn’t bother to even return my messages. I thought the submission guidelines read I don’t necessarily need to adhere to the mythos. Yet it is obvious, the man wants pastiche – as defined by Lovecraft aficionado and horror author W. H. Pugmire. I need no more illustration than the video chats at Lovecraftzine. Those forums are populated with accomplished faces. I watch and feel unwelcome.

Yes, there are many authors with much mythos material, all better written and more evil and grandiose than I’ve mustered to date. They deserve publication, recognition and readers, too. I know I’m not special. Yet I am unique. We weird tales authors do draw upon the same sources – mainstream religions, Egyptian and Sumerian mythologies. Nevertheless, I am different. Anti-Pastiche? There is that prefix. I think that’s worthy some unholy recognition.

Whereas mainstream Lovecraftian authors propagate the ethos – and I merely make use of the conventional meaning of the word “mainstream,” I’m more subtle. I’m more insidious than Stephen King’s Yog-Sothoth graffiti found inside his novel The Stand. I substitute my own monsters and gods. You see, and I’ve mentioned ofttimes, I have sketchbooks I’ve kept since High School. They are my collective Necronomicon. Those books are the source of my recurring visions. What more real-world parallels do you readers not see? My Pazuzu Trilogy is the Cthulhu mythos reborn, reincarnated for the early 21st century. Yes, there are others but this is mine. It is worthy of your attention. Please, read me. All I need are twelve devotees and this story will rise from sands and spread across the world.

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My Mom Says I Should Write About God Coming Back

Lovecraft fans hate me. I don’t why. Maybe it’s what I say… but we shouldn’t be haters. We’re brothers, man. We were both weaned on eldritch witchery and periodically return to the font of the unbaptized. For those who know, like Richard Upton Pickman, I pull monsters from my sketchbooks. My whole purpose for writing is to make my chimera live.

I apologize if you’ve read my shoddy previous revisions, but the trilogy is now upon its Ninth Revision. There’s a few known typos remaining and the Manifestation pocket book at LULU is missing page numbers, but the story is intact. The story has been whole since the Seventh Revision but I felt compelled to make improvements – and boy, has the story improved! I guess that’s not enough?

What’s the point of my story, the moral? There are no morals in my horror stories. They are abject lessons in horror. They are illustrations of what is possible when mankind turns it’s back to God. My monsters are alive because God has gone away. I spin grim stories about evil and helpless worlds.

Read my Pazuzu Trilogy and speculate where my inspirations have been drawn. It’s an epic story, folks, and it reads like lightning.

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Transformed and In Motion

How can I say it… metamorphicized. All those times I said I had converted my writing to the Active Voice, those were small white lies. I’ve since embraced the tense. I live in the moment and catch readers in my wake. They come towed into currents of strange action. Conversion-wise, my short stories fare best. I have four unpublished novels each evolved from the short stories and the evil I claim manifests in my Southern Wisconsin Wister Town. They are told here and now. Three of which are freshly submitted to publishers.

My Pazuzu Trilogy and Gaunt Rainbow are also revised – yet again. I must repeat, the trilogy is the cornerstone of my mythology. It’s a culmination and a passion. The work breathes life into the monsters I drew in sketchbooks collectively named the Mortui Philosophies. It’s only fitting my epic horror story is apocalyptic.

Turning from the sketchbook gospels, I’m showcasing my evolution as a writer with My Wister Town stories read them online free – here.

I  also have a couple free desktop wallpaper images at Deviantart. Come visit my Sawyerarts gallery. If you’re still reading me, thanks for hanging in there. I’m getting better, right? You folks gotta tell me or I’ll just listen to the trumpets of my own pandemonium.

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The End of Capital

Sounds Socialist, doesn’t it? Relax, you U.S. radical patriots. I’m talking about a city in my trilogy of fantasy-horror books. It’s a walled city where the Chosen people and their military hide from heathen terrorists. Most other Science Fiction stories will call an equivalent city the generic name Capitol. Not me, I’ve got to be complex. Forgive me, I’m desperate for attention. I’ll pander to medical marijuana users, torrent pirates and sell my vote to extremist GOP candidates if they promote my stories.

Capital is the latest bastion the Chosen have built against the ravages of the nomadic terrorists. UnChosen people live with the Chosen here and in other places across the Shur desert. That’s the world in my Pazuzu Trilogy – there is no Earth or Gaia or Terra 3, there is just the waste of the literally Godless Shur. The Godless part is important because that’s a point in the story.

In Manifestation, the beginning of the trilogy, Benedict Ishkott and the Cortras brothers come to Capital. A demon named Pazuzu follows them all invisibly and unknown over Benedict’s shoulder. Pazuzu gets into Dil Cortras but the first book in the trilogy spans multiple locations where the demon has had influence. Toward the end of the story and in Abeyance, heathens have infiltrated the city and fires begin burning everywhere.

The fires conceal the arrival of alien gods and their monsters. The minions are looking for Pazuzu. The living dead alien gods need the demon. The name of the morbid and broken Deus ex machina in this tale is Awarwan. He is a dead spider-like alien god.

The demon Pazuzu is rumored to know how life is conjured in the harsh reality of the Shur desert. The alien gods want this knowledge so that they can finish their chimeras and give them a proper existence in this new world that isn’t merely temporary. Until Pazuzu helps these supernatural invaders, their monsters are confined to the smoke and fires of an Armageddon. The incomplete creatures dissect the anatomy of human beings and collect body parts for their lordly masters.

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Mermaid Circumcision – A Cropped Image

” I suppose the title should say Castration but I wanted a PG-13 rated title for my post.”

Mermaid Circumcision is actually a cropped image – I wasn’t happy with the maid I had drawn. Because my discontent, I cut the rest of the girl and left only her foreskin floating in this minimalist ocean.

I’ve started over and I’ve got a sketch, but I wasn’t going to reuse the tail. So, I reconfigured the elements and the layout of the image and have reincarnated the concept into this cocky manifestation…