“A Lovecraftian horror tale inspired by Native American Myths during Colonial times”
2022 will witness the debuts of my first published horror story. A work that took me years to research, write, re-write (many times) and finally set for its 2022 release. The book will be out in January. Why you ask? Because I prefer releasing my scary story in the winter; adds an extra chill to the readers’ spines. ;).
Harvest Nights is a story told through a young boy named Chua (Snake), who narrates the story of how the days were gone and replaced by nights when a strange shooting star appeared in the sky in 1811 Colonial America (Great Comet of 1811). During those dreadful nights, Chua, and later three other people, will have to survive the other worldly creatures that will stop at nothing to eat. A Lovecraftian horror story featuring famous historical figures and creatures inspired by Native American myths.
Harvest Nights is a quick read that will not be quickly forgotten, an 82 pages of gut wrenching horror that will leave you contemplating before you can finally put the book down.
I know; it’s a bit confusing to try and create a mash-up from two seemingly different careers… Did I just say career’s?!! Scratch that your Honor… Back to our point. I’d like to mention the strange traits that both specimens share; where weird theories and thoughts came to me as I torture my characters and sometimes even myself.
First: They both believe they’re artists.
They want to be recognized, and knowing that there are other writers and serial killers out there, they try to have their own… let’s call it… calling cards. A writer is as unique as his writing style, and it can be influenced through their experiences.. like the saying goes.. If you want to be a great writer, you have to have a bad childhood.
Second: Plotting all the time.
You see us gazing away in the distance, not aware of our surroundings. We sometime act out what we want to do. A rehearsal for every scene you cannot picture with just your imagination. Portraying a man in prison for a year can be done by sitting alone in a room without the usual daily objects to comfort us. A serial killer would, for example, do a test for his calling card poison on… let’s say spiders… I don’t know anyone who would object testing on those… everyone hates spiders.
Third: They usually have seemingly normal jobs.
For example, and in my case, I’m a dentist… The person who is smiling all the time, trying to create a comfortable environment in the clinic, creating the so called Hollywood smile and relieve people from their pain. But… every day… every darn day… teeth… teeth every where… decay… it’s affecting me… Oh no it’s that one patient.. “So why didn’t you come back after I removed your root canal? I told you it is important.” Dentist me said.
“I thought once the pain is gone then that’s it” He says.
“So what will you do doctor” He interrupts like he always does.
“… Well… We’re gonna have to pull it out”
“And when will it grow back”
“Grow back??” asked me.
… And that’s when I blacked out your honor.
Fourth: Deep down… we want to be caught.
You put your heart out into planning the perfect plot… and no one will ever know about it… if a tree falls down in the forest and no one was there, will it make a sound? Subconsciously they want some recognition of their intellect. Imagine you have the perfect idea and no one will ever know about it… you have it right in front of you.. in an A4 printed first manuscript, or in a column in the first page of the news paper… not having credit of your work can be the worst result a serial killer and a writer could have. Which is why they won’t stop until their words reach out to everyone.
Fifth: Upgrading their techniques and methods.
A serial killer will start planning and mapping the place. Little by little he/she will do her/his research, and maybe find an abandoned place for their victims… something to make their Modus Operandi unique. So is the writer who wants his stories to be told in a different way. Words can be one way to describe your tales, but there are other mediums for storytelling. And come this Friday, you will see my new upgraded method to know what the last point exactly means.
So there you have it. Now the lesson you should learn is; never upset an author… he can always fictionalize you into his victim in his upcoming children’s play 🙂
Happy 2015, a once in a lifetime celebration. Humanity finally made it here and we are still not enslaved by robots (though I must say we are getting there since our hands are glued to our smart phones)
2014 is done; a history for some unlucky kid to read about in school decades from now. For some, it was a year they will never forget, for others it was a year they wish they can forget. Either way it was a blessing that some of us managed to unravel the disguise it hid itself in. For me it was a full year, full time test of the mind, body, and spirit. It brought me to my yield strength, almost went beyond to break me. But I’ve learned long ago that god does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear.
Well, I finished my intern, officially a doctor now… okay okay, a dentist… you won’t see me do “… CLEAR!!” ZAPP!! Anyhow, I finished my intern, wealth and fame should be right afterward, my new clinic, my new brand clothing, tea with the queen every week… well… surprisingly it didn’t happen… plot twist!! I got sick… severe lung infection that no one yet knows what was the cause. So I stayed in bed, coughed blood once in a while, missed my employment date, and couldn’t do a better release for my novel Iblis. The sickness resolved itself, now I’m much much better than I ever was. I jog without coughing, and can actually breath without feeling ticklish between my ribs (only thing I missed 🙂 ).
I returned to my previous plans, found and regrouped with some of my friends and acquaintances who, not so long ago, decided to make a production company, a place where we can have the seeds of our talents and ideas planted and watch them grow. It turned out that they were not cut off for it, how do I know that? Well… I believe people are much like books, and like any book, there are things between the lines that are not written but can be formed through clues of well or poorly chosen words. They eventually wanted to call the company Q80Can (Kuwaiti can… as in a Kuwaiti can do it) and they wanted to focus on things that only attract Kuwaiti viewers. Now, living in Kuwait, one could understand why they thought that way, but I believe if it’s not meant for all, then it’s not art, Kuwait is a very small country, and plus, out of the twelve, only three were actually Kuwaiti, and an international team that only focuses on one place, one culture and a specific demographic viewers. In other words, the idea I have planned to produce with them was about to be altered so that it can only suit one nation. There are already boarders between countries… no need to place boarders in our minds.
I promote this… I am a citizen of the world.
So I contemplated, sulky and still ticklish between the ribs. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t find anyone who can bring the ideas buried deep with to life. That was the second question in the test… how will I answer it. In life you either win or lose… not true, you either win or learn.
I saddled up and went on the hunt for an artist who may give form to my vision. Some would say eventually I would find one, but I have been severely unlucky, cursed some may think. The harder I tried the stronger was the fall. Living in Kuwait is one of the issues that is causing my writing career to move at a slower pace.
One would abandon such dreams at that point and call it a day. But not me. When you can’t stop thinking about your idea, when you live in two worlds, when it really hurts that you can’t accomplish it, that’s when you realize how important it is to you. But I ask myself, why is it so hard to make such a thing… is there another plan for how it should be done?
The answer came in a dream. I saw one of our generations best story tellers, Hideo Kojima, all I can say that this person makes me jealous. I told that person how much I hated his success… the answer was…” what is stopping you?” I answered by saying “I have no one to help me with it” Then, right before I woke up, that person said “You make it happen, don’t wait for anyone”.
So, following in the footsteps of one of my favorite motion graphic creators, Brooke Burgess, I decided to learn digital drawing and After Effect. But not until two weeks ago I decided to create everything literally by myself, and I mean Literally; drawing using Manga studio and photoshop, music score using FLStudio, editing usind After Effect, and even voice acting using Adop Audition. A full 26 episodes done entirely by yours truly, in hopes not to just inspire through the story I wrote, but also through the way I’m doing it, to prove that nothing is impossible, everything can be done with a little of faith, passion, tickly ribs, and most importantly, YOU.
I’ll talk more about that of course, for now I’ll just let the pictures do the talking for me.
All the pictures seen are done by moi. It is my first time drawing and it took me a while to find a method that suits a beginner artist like me. I am trying my best to see this episodic story to its end. Story wise it is done, drawing wise just finished drawing episode one. Learning through doing is how I plan to do, through trial and error until something makes sense eventually :).
Here’s where the magic happens. I’m using an Alienware laptop, Bamboo drawing pad and a Yamaha keyboard and some figures to cheer for me.
Well, I guess it is obvious what my new year resolution would be, that and publishing Iblis on bookstores where I am, also, I am working on the third book and I still have Kima, my inspirational story set in 1928 South Africa. So, since my hands are starting to cramp, I’ll leave you with my deepest wishes of happiness and health for you and all your beloved ones.
Days, months and years of obsessive thoughts storming in my head have finally been trapped inside three hundred and forty pages. The new installment in the Psychs series is finally out online, and I will release it, hopefully soon, locally where I live too.
So what does the second book has to offer? Well… Here is the blurb. And to have a better understanding of how the story will be told, you can have a sample taste of my new adventure through any of the online stores of your choosing. I hope it will leave you wanting more, for I will be glad to share my stories with you.
With no more options to venture through, Hassan will be left with only one choice; to flee and start up a new life, leaving all the ties that have braced his entire being. But some ties are too tight, when severed; it will change his balance and force him back to face a tragedy.
Following his leads, Hassan will find himself roaming the streets of London for reprisal. Even with eight spirits by his side, which are connected to him by the tragic event of his birth, he will feel outnumbered, going against the Minerva Group and its limitless arsenal of agents and brutes. Hassan will desperately try his best to stay out of their reach until he finds a way to cut his losses short.
But being too deep in the belly of the beast, he may end up losing more; his life, or even worse… his sanity.
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Yes, it’s been too long now ever since I started pouring gas on that spark I called Iblis, the second book in my series, which can stand alone on its own. July was supposed to be the date, and guess what… it still is.
The second book in the Psychs series will be released in a blink now. So today, other than giving a shout out, I wanted to post some previous materials like the youtube videos I’ve posted and the book cover, just to refresh my blog and to give some new readers an idea about what is to come.
Once there was a man, child at heart, but old geezer was his ways. Playful at the quad, teaser to the young ones around. He was Liked by many, but loved by few. And one night led to a morning, wide awake now, he cried at a reflection that was not in his image. Not able to bear the ugliness of what he sees, he runs and runs, in hopes that he will magically disappears. Wasted wishes won’t do, so a change of site may bring him some peace through the day’s dew. With war at his mind, he decides to alter his structure, hoping that in the end, he may alter that picture. Fearsome at view, but most importantly, quieter will get the viewers.
Building his rage as he tries to pickup his pace, he found himself running towards a child that leaks. Eyes red as flame, watery as the toddler speaks.
“Lost from my father and brother, cannot find one another”. shaky his words were, he explained to the man his dilemma. abandoning his quest to change his might, he opened his heart, for the kid in white. Cheering him up as they reduced the distance’s space, challenging him every couple of yards for a race. Laughing now, he spots his father and brother, smiling as they see us laugh with each other.
The man realized as he left them, that it is by the heart and not the might you can change one another.
So… that’s pretty much what had happened. I have experienced sadness from what I see on TV. I lived abroad but I still have roots from where I was originated from. And every time I look at the news, I feel those roots are being severed. With talks of ISIS expanding, I sought to build up stamina, ending up facing a child who helped me see things better. As the great Gandhi said, ” Be the change you want to see in the world.”
I am still writing and my upcoming works are my ways to change the world… well, at least change a single child, so he or she might remember that there is still goodness in this world when they grow old.
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It is rather true, a Bobcat like me always has his head itching with mice running around inside, searching for a fattening cheese of an idea. As any author who believes in what he/she writes, I… we… live in two dimensions. If it gets quieter, let me assure you, that’s when an author really becomes crazy, because we can now hear the mice, and they look so delicious to us Bobcat-writers. But the real struggle for any author is grasping the ideas, and placing them in the right context, which explains the maddening state we try our best to conceal. My rat trap is my pen and notebook and I always keep them around; in my pocket, on my table, and even on my bed when I have to go to sleep, just in case some scratchy noises wake me up at night and I needed to set a trap very quickly.
I have reviewed my recent life and found out how different I’ve become since I started writing, behavioral and habitual divergence from my former self influenced by the lifestyle changes to keep up with the mice in my head. I am crazy, but it is the good kind, the kind that you know you are mad, and you wish you can fall deeper if it meant you would get your artistic soul nourished.
But do you know what’s more illogical? Having ideas that you really believe in, and not share them with the world… now that would drive you to real madness.
I woke up yesterday in the middle of the night because I had a bright spark of an idea for one of the books I’m writing. I wrote that idea in the dark on a piece of paper to remember later when I’m wide awake.I don’t know what I wrote and I can’t seem to remember what that idea was? All I know is that it’s important.
Someone explain the hand writing. Is it because I was too sleepy or is it because I’m a dentist??
I have finally listed my upcoming book since the release is getting nearer. The book is in the process of being reviewed at the moment by Kirkus reviews, Fore Word Clarion and BlueInk review. Once that is done, positively if I may add, the book will be on its course for the big release.
Iblis (Arabic for Devil) is now present on Goodreads shelves, if your fingers are itching to add an upcoming book for your summer read, then scratch that index finger of yours right here.