The City of the Dead.
Never knew why or how I came to choose a title like this. Maybe it came from the back of my mind. A natural fear of dying, perhaps? I myself can never tell. I've always considered myself as a writer, only a frustrated one. I never finished a book, or published anything except in my High School paper. And that was more than seven years ago.
So that is why I am starting this Blog. It is mundane and stereotypical, but I needed to "scratch the itch". I need to keep my mind working especially on idle days like these. Mental exercise.
I'm a big fan of fantasy and science fiction -- Neil Gaiman, Frank Miller, Anne Rice, Star Wars, Dragonlance books, Tolkien, and the works of Raymond Feist have been my favorites.
Maybe that is why I have trouble writing or finishing anything. Too much clutter in my head. As the ancient Martial Arts addage goes: "empty your cup, it is so full you cannot fill it with anything".
Time to clean up the shelves in the library of this mausoleum. The dust and cobwebs in this dark, gloomy hall will be disturbed by the lone reader. Come to the Necropolis, my friend. Look for the Mausoleum. Under the staircase take a quick right and you'll see me... sitting on a dusty chair beside a dying flame of candlelight.
No comments:
Post a Comment