Wow. Your writing is so captivating and powerful. Reading your work feels do refreshing in the best kind of way, like you're not writing to impress or play into a particular current fad, you know, that particular brand of over done garbage, with it's usual clichés, subjects and themes, all playing out in the same unoriginal, predictable way, and seems to be so prevalent throughout so much of the current writing that's being done today. Your writing comes through as "not intended to please" or fit into some currently trending fan base. But rather, that what you write is something of which needed to be told, a story or idea that you felt compelled to write down. Not for any other purpose than words in which had to be told. So yeah, basically I very much enjoy reading your work, and find it so authentic and so profound 🫶
I appreciate that and it is spot on. I am extremely selfish in everything I write. It is always for me first as self absorbed as that sounds. I’m glad you connect with it, always a trip to find willing eyes engaging with my stuff, I appreciate it.
Navora feels less like a setting and more like a psychological condition—an external landscape shaped by memory, inheritance, and dread. The contrast between darkness and celebration, decay and vitality, creates a persistent unease that lingers long after the scene ends. There is a fascinating idea beneath the horror here: that people will normalize almost anything if they have lived alongside it long enough. That, for me, was far more unsettling than the creatures themselves.
Wow. Your writing is so captivating and powerful. Reading your work feels do refreshing in the best kind of way, like you're not writing to impress or play into a particular current fad, you know, that particular brand of over done garbage, with it's usual clichés, subjects and themes, all playing out in the same unoriginal, predictable way, and seems to be so prevalent throughout so much of the current writing that's being done today. Your writing comes through as "not intended to please" or fit into some currently trending fan base. But rather, that what you write is something of which needed to be told, a story or idea that you felt compelled to write down. Not for any other purpose than words in which had to be told. So yeah, basically I very much enjoy reading your work, and find it so authentic and so profound 🫶
I appreciate that and it is spot on. I am extremely selfish in everything I write. It is always for me first as self absorbed as that sounds. I’m glad you connect with it, always a trip to find willing eyes engaging with my stuff, I appreciate it.
Navora feels less like a setting and more like a psychological condition—an external landscape shaped by memory, inheritance, and dread. The contrast between darkness and celebration, decay and vitality, creates a persistent unease that lingers long after the scene ends. There is a fascinating idea beneath the horror here: that people will normalize almost anything if they have lived alongside it long enough. That, for me, was far more unsettling than the creatures themselves.
beautifully written bridge into the imaginal. I want to go to Navora....
Self absorbed and honest, class. Glad to see you writing longer pieces again. This is a banger, but you already know that x