I like writing about monsters.
The history of storytelling, from time immemorial, features a literal pantheon of monsters. Most of the stories that we, as a human culture, have carried forward through the millennia involve the defeat of one monster or another, even though occasionally we are entranced by a story in which the monsters are not to be defeated but must be transformed into our friends. Regardless of plot and characters, monsters are part of the mythic that we apply to daily life, that we see within everything to give our lives meaning. Even though we live in an age in which monsters have been relegated to the metaphorical rather than the literal, we still put great stock in them. Time and again, our fascination with monsters highlights two conditions within the human struggle: they show us where we are weak, and we find ourselves edified when we overcome the obstacles they have set before us.
Over the better part of the last year, I’ve dedicated myself to the creation of a young adult trilogy that features monsters. The first book is finished, and the second book is underway.
This blog is meant to be a repository for thoughts about monsters. However, as I am but a mere novice to the world of monsters, I must defer to a superior source. Her name is Nadiel, and I discovered her astonishing insight into the world of monsters when I first put her thoughts and actions within the pages of my own meager story. It only seems fair that she should share her knowledge with the rest of you, my dear readers. She really does have a tremendous amount of time on her hands since I marooned her in the bedroom of a fifteen-year-old girl for an indeterminate amount of time.
(Oh, how cruel are we writers to our characters!)
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