Preface

There is a demand for what I do, for the person that I am.

What I do is write. And writing is not just putting words on paper. It is transmission of information. It is the ability to pull the thoughts from my head and shove it into the mind of someone else. Sometimes it is done by force, sometimes it is done with eloquence, sometimes it is done with trickery, with lies, with deceit so convoluted it is called a conceit.

Who I am is a writer. A person that can think of the most beautiful moments and convert them into code to be shared. A person that can think of the most vile horrors lurking in the back of your lizard brain and make you think they are real and coming for you. A person that can feel the most intense joy and passion and love and then spend a dozen pages slicing and bleeding those emotions until they don't sound like they ever mattered.

I am an emotional chameleon. I can put myself in that space, in any space. There is no thought I cannot entertain. No analogy I can not take to a conclusion. No emotion I cannot delve into and feel and present. I can make you believe things that are completely untrue and I can make you doubt the most basic of facts.

I am a monster. My powers are limitless and the checks and balances to those powers are non-existent. I can disseminate my message across any medium and throughout time. I can change millions of minds. I can have people killed. I can have entire races lifted up or put to death. I can topple governments with a sentence.

I have no personal life. I have no boundaries. I bleed bat-shit crazy and sputter and spew vileness. I am a collection of prejudices and dreams that no longer wear the right uniforms. I know who I am only in the context of who I am today. I know my mind only in the form of what it can create today.

I have walked up to the altar of words and spilled my blood upon the stone. I have burned every semblance of normalcy and practicality in the ash bowl. I have placed my organs into canopic jars and labeled them precisely. I have shattered illusions and driven myself to madness to be a person that can be any person.

I did it because it is a tradition. I did it because it is what has to be done. I did it because I was born to do it. And I will teach others to do the same, without question, without understanding.

I am a dark priest and a false prophet and a god-king killer.

I am a writer. Full stop.