Friday, 25 May 2012

5,385 views and 3,209 downloads!!


YEA!!!

No...

Sad to say, this is not the number of downloads of my book nor the page views of this blog. It’s an artwork that I created to represent that Leonardo da Vinci himself can see angels/spirits and created an anatomical study of them.

It’s on my deviant art. At first, I thought the number of people viewing it and downloading it would decline as the epic strands of time passes by. But no, both views and downloads is still increasing every day. Oh I hope that would convert into sales, because I’ll be a happy boy if that would happen.

I studied Da Vinci art by myself, thanks to the internet and ‘the little book of Leonardo da Vinci’ I came to know how he drew his sketches; those fine strokes he did and the amount of detail he gave to them. He also have some notes, which I don’t understand up to now, so I just scribbled unknown words to the art work I made ‘The Muscleanatomy of an Angel’.  

I try to imagine a possible joint-lock not directly at the wing bone but instead to the upper arm socket or at the shoulder. I gave how wings flex and created the thickness of muscles as it contracted. I even pointed out the angles and the limits of the wings when they are stretching out. all based on how da Vinci depicts a study. But I didn’t caught an actual angel and dissect him/her, okay? (wink, wink)

Here’s my sketch:


Thursday, 24 May 2012

Wrath!



This is a Spirit.

If you bought the novel/my book you’ll find this artwork in black and white in a chapter artwork. Anyway, The goddess of coloring just impaled me with inspiration, so here is my protagonists angel/spirit. The strong willed Aurora!



If I have time, I’ll be doing all of the elements in my book: the Deaos, Helles, and Cryo. 

Monday, 21 May 2012

Trinity: Book 2


I’m almost finished in the sequel of The Divine Wheel, and I must say… I almost feel sympathetic to my character as he dies. (let's not go into the details shall we?)

I’m trying to see the possibility of it going live on Amazon by November or December. Because I still need to proofread it, edit at the same time (for three times) and the off to my editor to find the ones I missed. But that’s not all; I still have to draw the artworks for each chapter (which a piece takes me a day).

But what to expect in book two?

I guess whoever read my book and peeked in to this humble blog of mine knows about the world of Trinity. And you know about the complexity of the war of people who can see spirits, those guardian angels and (guardian) demons. But in book two, everything will be more complicated and the characters will be put through tough times.

The book I've written is not in our universe. And in book one, a kid named Lorix Anderson found himself into a world of knights in the time of King Louie and the story went straight to my main protagonist.

Up to now, I’m wondering if that made sense to the reader. Oh, I hope so, because that is the clue for book two.

Okay, to give readers a teaser, here’s the (unedited, not proofed read, original) prologue.


PROLOGUE
THE (Earths)
E’ARTES

TO ECANUS

1 In the beginning of time God created the heavens and the earths.
Genesis

The time when God decided that the Flammos Dei conjugate with man, 1would show the time where gate of the ‘verses is near and at hand. 2The sent books of the holy and the dammed, came together to do what has been long planned. 3Prophets and Oracles won’t lie as they saw, future unclear, as the earths of the ‘verses will come to a horrific end and all will die.  

Key to the opener to the six keys
4He, Gabriel of the heaven, came visited by the being that bears the seraphim’s kiss, the one who’s time in not at hand, and never will be. 5He heard the being saying his name “I, the man from Libria, which blood is golden, one of the pures and Cryo in my soul”. 6He introduced his title to the being “I, Gabriel of heaven, archangel, the smith of the elements”, 7he declared it is not his time and never will be, he sent the being back to his earth.   
8the man of Libria leads an army of mortals, which protects the heaven in the earth. 9The father of the sent books will be freed, as the man of Libria opens him, by the pages. 10He will guide him and answer what should be answered, 11what should be known and answer the question “why?”. 12Only he will know and only he will do, for he is pure.   
13The time comes as the gate of ‘verses will be opened.

Oh come the great gate
2
He who dwells in the six keys, he who is pure
will die in the aearth and then live in the bearth, without resurrection. OH! The Pure is dead! Long live the Pure! O, Blessed thee!

2       The fire will create. And burn your pain,  agony and sins
3       The water will kill and torment, and deliver you to evil and death
4       The land will shimmer across the night sky. And protect the powers of the heaven
5       The wind will suffocate all, and bash all souls to hell

6       The smiths will appear, smiths of  light and the dark
7       The smiths will forge
8       A conscience with swords
9       The four elements will be known
10    Beyond the elements we know
11    One World will be opened
12    In the two room of the body

13    Rainbow will appear at night
14    Stars will appear at day
15    Blessed! Oh! Here comes The majestic weg!


-                                                                                                                         Adbitus Biblia Dei: E’artes 2:1

*

It never occurred to John that he would be a part of something big, yet something unknown and unbelievable. He was stripped of the normal life and crowned a biblical title; the only darn thing was, no ordinary person should know.
Still he was now willing to face what lies ahead of him, the greatest responsibility a 16 year-old could handle.
What happens after the inauguration was to fix things, be busy, and fix everything he left at Librium and a mother he left at Srithrin.
As John got back to Librium, he told to his aunt to go back to Lhondn to finally enjoy the remainder of her life, the life he wanted. John had all the guilt, for he was thinking he was the reason to her unfruitful lifetime.

The headmaster was very strict to John, even now he was the declared Disceptarix Aureus, and his treatment to him was still the same. He would now live in Mitch apartment in the uptown Librium, to be secured.
There were also half-bad-half-good news on their comeback; Ms. Brooks was promoted to Authorian designated in the city of Medivar, Calbernalli, USA (United States of Ameryke). The headmaster was assigned a new second in command, a woman named Andy Lockson; a second rank with only few missions more to be declared in rank one.


The Septuagints and Oneianecrons were now waiting for the long expected – the opening of the gate. All was anxiously preparing for the coming of the war of wars. 
The Septuagints was drenched in happiness so as in tragedy. Happiness, for John appeared the bearer of the Flammos Dei and tragedy because of the Mahogany St. massacre.   
The dark society of the oneianecrons was panicking for they could not find the Disceptarix Aureus – John. They were taking desperate measures, as the Septuagints rose in power due to the coming of their Pure. The council of the high masters lieu panicking and planning in killing John, they continued their campaign on finding and capturing John.

It all started during a dark quite night, when the moon beams was shining like it always do and when the world spinning on its axis. And it happened inside a Ch√Ęteau, where there were four people discussing a dark plan, a plan involving John of the Septuagints.


(Just so you know, Ecanus is the angel of writers)

I have a new prologue, and this first one really doesn’t meet my standards right now. :D

So if ever you are a reader who found my blog, expect the book 2 either later this year or next year.

CHEERS!

Saturday, 19 May 2012

Iron Ghost… You Sneaky Son of a Gun


I am a big fan of iron man since everyone has become a big fan of iron man. He got all the characteristics I can think of a good super hero should have –not those always blabbering about flowers and justice– : (he’s rich with a high IQ that later transforms himself whether by an accident or on purpose into being a super hero). On a side note, I still like batman more.

Anyway, there was still something missing in tony stark and his iron man suit that I just can’t put my finger. But when I thought of the Ghost rider… I knew.

The bad-assessness… or bad-assness… (I don’t know. It’s not a word and it’s hard to coin one)

I love Ghost rider more than Batman and Iron man but I think he’s too weak! I hate to put that into my head. Iron man could just blast him with repulsor rays et cetera, et cetera.

I'm just too stubborn to accept he’s weak. So after that senseless frustration and drinking coffee, green tea, vitamin B complex (All substance results to hyperactivity with no know side effects) –– I created…

THIS. 
(enter low base guitar sound effects)


Pretty cool huh?

But no…

This guy has been already created, and his name is Iron Ghost.

(Sigh*) This…



So I just want to say…
IRON GHOST STOLE MY THUNDER!

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

The Heart of an Author: A Love Story


In a bar, there was a girl named Kristle Rees and his friend author.

Kristle Rees: You’re paying my drink.

Author: Sure, and thanks for coming. There is just something I want to say.
I wrote a book not because of publishing but because I had an idea, a simple thought. My grammar was unacceptable back then. I even gave it to my friends (who is also writers/editors), make them read and only to found out that I was a cr*ppy writer.

Kristle Rees: I think every writer started cr*ppy. You should be proud, because I think every profession starts with cr*ppy.

Author: Thanks… What am I saying? ––

Kristle Rees: (cutting him off) I dunno. What are you saying?

Author: I can just give up, right? Go on with my life and forget that what I wrote. But I didn’t. It only proves that whatever someone said, I’ll still be stubborn. They criticized me, and by that I thought about the readers. Readers who will be taking their valuable time to read my work; they deserve better.
So I worked hard just to polish my skills even I know the odds are ever against my favor. To have readers who will be move in the words I put on paper/e-paper.
I finished a book, and now it’s live for about a month.

Kristle Rees: If I you only want readers, then you should put your book to be forever free. Hmm, I like that, forever free.

Author: That’s why I posted it free for 5 days using the Kdp select. But it will not be free again until its sequel goes live. I won’t use the select to increase my sales.

Kristle Rees: Wait. Sales? You mean it’s not free?! Liar, Hypocrite!!

Author: What is the value of free? How will I know if ever that reader who downloaded my book would read my book?
We all know that readers download about a few hundred of these free books, and then what? Will they read all of them? It’s easy to delete something you owned for free than something that has worth. Out of those thousand downloads, the reader would probably delete fifty percent of it.
That is why I price my book, so the reader could find worth and also so I can eat and pay rent. For me money is secondary, writing should be put first. So I price my book even I know it’s more than it is, because I do it for the reader. Because I know how money means nowadays. I know it’s a good book but that is not up to me, it’s up to them.

Kristle Rees: I don’t really get you. What are you really whining about? Are you in a phase?

Author: Phase? Yes.
I lost the spark of why write, I almost forgot that writing is better than sales. Because in the first place, I did not write to be published, self or traditional, I write because of that idea that to needs to be heard… and I forget about that. Expecting that your sales would go high is like a poison, a tasty one. Like a poor junkie in need of drugs, it sucks…   
Now that I remember why I write, I guess those sales don’t mean much. I just have to endure my day job.

Kristle Rees: So what do you call writing? A night job?

A dream, the author thought.  

Saturday, 12 May 2012

Refilling my Tank


My fuel tank is now officially empty and I need a refill badly.

I've been writing like crazy and when I’m say crazy, it means that I don’t eat regularly. My finger tips is numb, my head hurts and I just got out from a fever. I also think I need a new book to read on so some spark of inspiration can get me going. I could reread some of my books but I’m a person who don’t reread, because if I reread, it just bores me to sleep.

I didn’t read anything in college, because all the medical books, nursing books, anatomy burns my head out. I don’t know how I passed all that… I guess I’m lucky.

Back to my writing.

Only one chapter left and then I can go back to editing the very first part of the sequel for my book. And also, I think I need some sleep. Just writing (now) tires me… yawn*

Anyway, happy mother’s day! (tell your mom I said happy mother’s day) :D