When Perception isn’t Reality

Living in Germany poses some interesting problems for an American author. My German is pretty good. By that I mean it’s good enough to get my point across and not offend too many people with my crappy German. I was able to hold a conversation the other day with the ADAC (European AAA) about why my car wouldn’t start and we brought it to a successful conclusion.

But finding out you need a new battery is different than trying to have a meaningful conversation with someone about why they chose a book. So whenever I have the chance to talk with someone reading an English book, I make sure I’m the guy who bothers them while they are trying to read. I always ask them why they chose to read the book they are reading. I, naturally, plug my own book, No Name.  Find it on Amazon!



What they tell me is fascinating. People love to read ‘dark fantasy’ but if you ask them if they read horror they look at you like they just realized they’re sitting across the isle from a traveling insurance salesman or one of those crazy people who sing Christmas carols in June.

I try to politely point out that horror is sometimes called dark fantasy and the line between the two is really quite blurry. But they still sit across from me, terror struck, while trying to surreptitiously find another place to sit on the train.

Often times I get the whole, “Oh, I never read horror,” comment. But after I ask them about the book, I usually find it’s borderline horror. One man’s ship is another man’s dinghy I suppose. Perception is often times more important than reality.

My point is this, don’t be such a prude. If you don’t like something that’s fine, but don’t give up on something because you are deeply convinced you’re not going to like it. Try it. Granted, this advice does not go for drugs and binge drinking. So, pick up a copy of No Name. You may find out that your version of horror is dark fantasy or your dark fantasy is horror. Either way, you might just enjoy it.


Random Musing of a Random Mind

So here I am, blogging. You may ask yourself, why on earth are you doing that? Fair question, and I’ll try to answer it, but I think it is fair to say I’m not terribly sure. Maybe I can explain a little.

Ultimately the job of a writer is to write. Think about that for a minute. We spend countless hours of our formative years avoiding writing as much as possible because the teacher told us we must write something. Then we get to college and we spend tons of time procrastinating as much as we can because we really would rather not work on our assignment. We grow up and get these big people jobs. And then …

We find out that ultimately that big person job we got was not all that it was cracked up to be, but we decided that maybe … just maybe we could find fulfillment somewhere else in life. And so we write.

Blogging is a little counter intuitive. For example, I sit here typing this blog post for people to read. Okay, but shouldn’t I really be working on a draft of the next great American novel? Well, maybe …

Lets look at it another way. If I wrote books, stories, plays, and poems but never actually interacted with people outside my laptop, then what would be the net benefit? You need to know me as much as I need to know you. That is where the power of the blog comes in. I can’t promise you eloquent or even interesting prose every time, but I can absolutely promise you something to read.

The rules of this game are simple, I will write something once a week at least. Not every night as I still have that whole day job thing and I am still working on another novel. But once a week seems doable. Then you tell me what you think?  Okay? Is that fair enough?  Have I asked enough questions for one paragraph? Did you know they were have a sale on question marks and I picked up a bunch extra?

Just kidding, of course. Thanks for reading. I promise something more interesting in my next blog post.

Your humble servant, Bryan the Writer