Prologue

What if God has come again? And, what if He opened a blog? And, what if this was it? Would you believe? Read on...

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Prologue

So, before I get into writing this whole book down that's been in my head and around me for quite some time now I just want to remind the possible reader that;

One - When I was deciding how to write this book out I finally choose the easiest target audience I could think of to identify with. That being primarily myself. I thought that will be the easiest way to make the book fun enough for me to write so that I do in fact eventually complete writing it. So, I don't just quite half way through because I don't like writing it anymore. I wanted to make the whole book writing experience for me a passionate hobby that I do for myself and my own pleasure. I've tried writing things before with other audiences in mind but, I have found that my own limited life experiences don't make me comfortable enough to think that I could ever carry on a whole novels length worth of material without losing the interest of the customer because I don't know them well enough.

For instance this book will touch on a lot of different subjects that are probably dear to the hearts of many different kinds of people. But, I haven't got a clue how to identify with any of them on that deep emotional level that would require this book to satisfy them or any one group of them better than any other group of people that this book may be of interest to. I couldn't just write to the Jews for instance over the Christians. Or, the Muslims over the Jews. Nor, could I write it out to be a book for bikers over cops. I have never really been any of these things in any formal way that would allow me to presume that I could ever write a book to them as a target audience. Yet, besides me these are some of the kinds of characters that will populate the entire span of the novel. And, as the writer, in the end, I have realized that I am the only one of these characters that I know best here. So, presumably I am then best of to write the book to myself.

I say this first because I already know that some parts of this book may be offensive, even dangerous and possibly libelous or slanderous to some people. But, be rest assured that I did not intend to please you. I intended only to please myself in writing this book. And, I think that is the best approach for me to take to be able to tell this whole story through my own eyes without the feeling of being watched over, nervous or anxious about what other people might think of the things I am trying to write about as I am writing them. So, bear that in mind. That if you do get offended because of my testimony I certainly was not intending to offend you in particular over anyone else. Nor, was I trying to pretend to really understand you or your own cultures. Nor, was I trying to protect anyone else by offending you instead.

I think that by ultimately picking myself as the intended audience over anyone else this will result in the most fair and unbiased book I can write. As, well as being interesting enough for me to write that I don't lose interest in writing it. But, then also know that this is a very ignorant book. One in which I have only sought to tell my end of it. And, with that being said I hope your knowledge of my ignorance will be enough knowledge for the reader, about the author, to allow you to be able to complete reading it in the way it was written.

Two - While, I am penning this novel, even now, as I write out these notes to myself, I am in the full throws of something wildly biblical happening to me every day and every night. All day and all night long, I am having vivid hallucinations regarding the second coming of our Lord God. I am having full blown and intelligent conversations with the voices of these creatures in my mind who have identified themselves to me as being the Elohim. I am hearing the word of God, blowing in rushes of air, rolling up against my window, crashing like waves against the glass, proclaiming, 'Norman Christian Hoffmann is the Name of The King of Kings and Lord of Lords'. I hear this as loudly and as plainly as anyone hears a giant wave crash against a shore. I think that these voices are so loud that other people must also be able to hear them. And, I have thought before that I have witnessed other people also hearing what I think I am able to hear. But, I have asked my psychiatrist whether or not he thinks anybody else can hear what I am hearing and, he has told me that he has not ever heard what I am describing nor, has ever heard anybody else describing what I think I am hearing.

So, with that in mind I am not expecting anybody else who may read this book to come to any of the same conclusions that I do. And, know that all of the conclusions that I come to in this book are then due both to my hallucinations, which are easy to describe, and due to a bizarre series of events, which are not so easy to describe but, require a whole novel to explain, none of which may be true.

Now, that is the kind of novel that I like to write: Ignorant and most probably completely untrue.

Enjoy.

3 comments:

  1. One, don't talk about how insecure you are with your writing. Being honest here, I would be off put by the insecurity if I didn't know you already. If I happened upon your blog one day unexpectedly, you being a complete stranger, I'd find something else to read. Confidence will bring people :)

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  2. Two, you made it sound much more interesting there, even a bit creepy. To hear voices brings to mind psychosis. That may or may not be the case, I couldn't say, but it made it all more intriguing. I'd find a way to combine the part one with part two earlier on. :)

    Loved the crashing waves idea!!! Awesome. Gave me a bit of a fright thinking about it. Woot!

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  3. Yeah, cool. Your comments are great! Now, I can keep all your recommendations in mind when I do the rewrite.

    Is it the part where I claim to be ignorant that doesn't sound right?

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Epilogue

The beauty of being a writer in a free state is the freedom to tell the truth of a tale as the tale itself offers it's bold truth to the writer freely. The virtue then of a free writer in a free state thus can be all bold. And, the duty of the bold, free state can then be to allow the beauty of the truth, as boldly offered to the writer by the tale itself, thus be told.

Norman Christian Hoffmann