My First Author Interview!

White Waking DreamLast week I was interviewed by Ms. Victoria Craven on her blog at The Autodidact in the Attic. 

I am very excited about this post, and Ms. Craven asked very pointed and challenging questions to draw out the essence of the series and the purpose of my blog at http://wayoftheweird.com

If you get a chance check out the interview and her amazing blog which explores a plethora of subjects and observations from the perspective of a very talented lady.

http://theautodidactintheattic.com/2013/06/10/interview-with-michael-hibbard/

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The Ocularim

This has been re-blogged from my fiction site Way of the Weird

Howdy Dreamers.

With our recent tussle with a beastie from the Spaces Between, we’ve decided to start doing a little more research into the subject — wouldn’t want to be caught with our pants down again, now would we? You all ain’t heard from me since we started this whole, bloggin’ thing, so I’m gonna tell the story — I’m Jack.

Today, I’m gonna talk about the Ocularim. We only know about this thing because we was in Philly over the long weekend and we came across this little hole in the wall called, Reverend Jim’s Spiritual and Occult Shop — right off an alley near South Street. It was obvious from the minute we stepped ‘cross the threshold that this weren’t any normal store — Weirdness hung in the air, almost like a wet blanket out in a summer storm. We could almost see the crackle of energy, like lightning ripples across black waterlogged clouds, threatening to strike at your feet.

The shop was choked with every item one would ever need to start explorin’ their own Weirdness, everything from Angelic Charms to a mummified Zombie hand. We found it odd that everyone else who passed the store seemed to ignore it — but later we found that only Dreamers could see it, otherwise it appeared to be a boarded up building. Obviously Reverend Jim was a master of the Weird and I wish we coulda stayed longer.

Now Reverend Jim hisself was an interestin’ thing in the story, and that’s sayin’ a lot given the things he had packed in that tiny little shop.

“Greetin’s my friend,” The middle aged black man said sittin’ hunched behind a glass counter, filled with herbs, incense, pipes and a variety of hand-made jewelry and charms. “I ain’t had a customer in a few days. Good ta see a fellow, Dreamer.” He smiled toothily, genuinely.

I started to walk towards him, with a quick wave of the hand. “Afternoon, hoss,” I said. “Name’s Jack,” I took over because it was my idea to go in. Justin and the others were a bit spooked by the place. I reckon they had a reason, but I ain’t gonna let one bad experience put the fear in my chest.

“Imma stand up,” he said, gripping the counter, and smiling at me again. I was a bit confused as to why someone would announce they’s gonna stand up. But then he did, and it was all clear. Reverend Jim was, by me eyeballin’ him, just shy of seven foot tall. I don’t get spooked, but I’ll tell you this much, he’d put a hurtin’ on some one, if he were so obliged.

I stepped over unaffected, the others tellin’ me we oughta go, but I weren’t listening. I stepped right up to that giant and offered a hand. “You Reverend Jim,” I asked as he took my hand in his, lookin’ more like a baby’s hand against his.

“Sho nuff,” Jim replied. “I ain’t no Reverend, tho. I just like the way it sounds.” He winked at me then smiled that big ol’ smile once more. I’m not much for smilin’, ain’t got much to smile about I reckon. But somethin’ about Jim kinda forced me too.

“Quite a stash you got here,” I said, looking around.

“You lookin’ for something in particular?” Jim asked, steadying himself against the counter. He was an older gent, prolly in his late 60′s.

“Yeah,” I said, the others still whinin’ in the background about wantin’ to leave. “We jus’ recently had a run in with something from the Spaces Between — kinda got me wonderin’ iffn there’s other things we oughta be thinkin about?” I explained the story to Jim, who proceeded to grimace and frown at us for flirtin’ with things we ain’t supposed to, or don’ know any better. The Gtthak seemed to bother him.

“Well,” Jim took a few minutes to consider his words, “I ain’t never heard of what you jus’ described. But there’s so much floatin’ around in that realm, you’d hafta live a thousand lifetimes to even see just a few of them. There’s all kinds of things, good and bad. Sounds like you just ran into something best left alone in the Weird.” He offered a consoling smile, “Sorry about Mr. Giggles, tho.”

I shrugged, “They’s a million cats out there iffn I want another.” Not being a cat kinda man — ‘sides, the cat is Justin’s — I didn’t really care much about the cat bein’ gone. Plus, I gotta tell you, every time that cat got to hollerin’ about wantin’ to be fed or let out, I wanted to put my foot square up his tail.

“Sho nuff,” he replied. “But, I do have somethin’ i can show you. Somethin’ I’ve had a long time, but its not like your beastie. This’n is something special.”

He leaned down behind the counter, sliding a panel open somewhere. After a few grunts and a bit of a struggle, he set a glass jar on the counter, kinda like what you’d see in a horror movie with a brain swimmin’ around inside. But instead of a brain, there was a strange lookin’ eye floating lifelessly at the bottom of the jar. If it were an eye, it didn’t have no iris, jus’ the pupil — and it had a long optic nerve that was curled up behind it.

“This here is an Ocularim,” Jim proceeded to explain. “This is one useful little creature, an’ I wish it hadn’t died.”

“Whatsit do?” I asked. The others were just as curious, I could tell because they stopped their complainin’.

“This is a symbiotic life-form. When it ain’t floating around in the Weird of the Spaces Between, it searches for a host. It feeds on Weirdness, and they ain’t no stronger source of Weirdness in the Waking Dream, than in a Dreamer or Immortal.” He poked the jar, making the liquid and creature jiggle a bit.

“Why would anyone wanna put something that’s creepy in they eye,” I asked with a bit of a grimace.

“Because its gives you the ability to see,” Jim said motioning with his hands in a wide gesture. “It allows you to see the things you can’t normally see, which can be very useful. ‘Specially since things ain’t been goin’ so well. Sleeper’s losing their minds, killin’ up people at random. We are on the edge of twilight, my friend.”

“Yep,” I nodded in agreement. “Things ain’t been fun, but this ain’t my first rodeo.”

“An’ this here,” Jim motioned to the jar, “is prolly one of the most useful things you can come across. But I ain’t found another one since this one died. It was my dad’s and he tole me to take it outta him when he died. Unfortunately, we didn’t know it couldn’t be removed without bein’ killed.”

“How’s it get in your head in the first place?” I asked, already known the answer. I peered in at the strange eye, jus’ so I’d recognize it iffn I ever came across one.

“It’ll eat your other eye, then replace it,” Jim said unaffected by the grotesqueness of the statement. I mean, I’ve had my share of pain — been shot and stabbed and they weren’t fun. But the thought of something eatin’ my eye out sounded just a bit more than I’m willin’ to sacrifice.

“Well,” I responded. “That’s sounds terrifying and painful.”

“Gotta make sacrifices to understand things, son,” He replied as I knew he would. Seems the older one gets, and more experienced with their Weirdness, they tend to be mostly unaffected by anything they come across. We ain’t been awake very long, so we ain’t had a lot of experience with the craziness out there.

“I reckon you’re right,” I replied and quickly changed the subject.

We spoke for a spell about the Weirdness and other things we’ve already talked about over the course of the months, so I ain’t gonna recap it. ‘Sides, my time is up for today and Justin’ll prolly be pissed I took over today. But, it ain’t no nevermind to me what he thinks. He still ain’t come to grips with what’s goin’ on.

So if you see a creepy eye that looks like it wants to be your friend, you might jus’ wanna take it up on its offer. Can’t be any worse than that crazy stuff Justin let out into the world the other day. Well, the eyeball eatin’ is pretty terrible, but like Jim said, gotta make sacrifices and take risks to explore the universe.

We’ll be seein’ ya soon.

Jack

The Thing in my Apartment

This has been re-blogged to from my fiction blog Way of the Weird

Greetings Dreamers!

I have some new about that spidery tentacle thing that I accidentally released from the Spaces Between into our Waking Dream.  (Sorry about that, really, my bad)

Laertes believes that this particular entity is called a Gtthak, or Soul Prison.  And unfortunately, it gets bigger the more things it consumes — and they are stored alive inside its body so that it can feed off the victim’s Weirdness.  Yeah, I know, pretty terrible. (Sorry Mr. Giggles *sigh*)

So I have some good news and some bad news.  The bad news is that it escaped my apartment — evidently once it has consumed something in the Waking Dream, it can build up enough Weirdness to move through any physical object.  So while I was watching it last night, from the balcony — it shrieked something at me then fell through the floor and was gone.  Yep, right through the floor.  I wonder if any of my neighbors saw it, since I’m on the 10th floor.  Hmm.

Anyway, the GOOD news is that it will not stay in the city and will probably seek a natural pool of Weirdness — they exist all over the place, usually graveyards or places where there have been a disproportionate amount of death in a particular area.  And they aren’t very fond of being seen, and they only attack as needed.  So don’t be too alarmed if you live in the cities — unless you live near a large graveyard in the Baltimore area.  Laertes thinks he has a pretty good idea where its going, and it will probably not stay anywhere near a big city.  It’s probably headed up into the Appalachians for privacy.  Things from the Spaces Between are very particular, evidently.

Now, if you are confronted by the Gtthak, do not show fear. I know that’s a really stupid thing to say considering by the time one of you encounters it, it will probably be bigger than an elephant, but with black tentacles coming out its torso from all directions, glowing blue eyes and a gaping maw oozing viscous, sticky saliva.  Yeah, I peed a little when I saw it had doubled in size after capture poor Mr. Giggles.

Oh, and I probably should mention…it attacks from below, usually grabbing you with one of its tentacles and tossing you neatly into its toothless mouth, like a gumdrop.  But, hey, there’s always a chance you can escape because anything is possible.  Maybe you’ll sense it coming and be able to get away.  But if you are unlucky enough to be consumed, you do have a chance at rescue at some point.  Basically, you will live inside its stomach in these organic cells filled with some sort of goo that will keep you alive and in a suspended state.  Fortunately, that does not keep you from escaping to the Sleeping Dream until the entire ordeal can be sorted out.

I’m pretty bummed about all this, but I have learned some valuable lessons as a result.  Hopefully this experience will have a positive outcome of some variety! I miss Mr. Giggles, I gotta tell you.

Anyway, last words on all this.  Avoid graveyards, don’t vacation in the mountains, and pay attention.  The weeks and months and years to come are going to be crazy — seriously, Weirdness and Crazy go hand in hand like chicken and dumplings.

I’ll keep you informed as I learn things.

The Crier

p.s. if you happen to slay this creature, please save Mr. Giggles and email me so we can arrange a pick-up.  Thanks in Advance!

The Three Realms and a Lesson in Weirdness

This has been reblogged from my other fiction site, Way of the Weird.

Greetings Dreamers!

I apologize that it has been so long since last I wrote or provided you with anything of substance. As you may remember, my last communication was about exploring your own Weirdness — or The Weirdness Experiment. Well, I have to say that since I’ve only just Awakened to my own Weirdness, I conducted my experiment, and well, I’m embarrassed to say I inadvertently irritated some beastly thing that escaped the Spaces Between and is now hiding somewhere in my apartment.

I was doing an experiment with magick circles, because from what I understand you can create a bubble so that you can see into the Space Between and well, see what it looks like. I mean, since I can’t remember being there — not being Immortal and all –and I was curious after reading about it. Well, we know curiosity kills the cat, and in this instance, my curiosity killed my cat — at least Mr. Giggles didn’t suffer because this thing ate him in one bite. Oh, and he’s definitely dead, Mr. Schrödinger.

Anyway, I saw this thing swimming around in the Weird, looking at me with these glowing blue eyes. Looked harmless enough from the confines of my magick circle. So I started to tap on the wall of Weirdness that separated me from the creature. Well, unlike fish who simply swim away when you tap on the tank, this thing got irritated, irate even and started banging on the wall between us as well, like it was trying to get in. Well, this scared the heck out of me, so I decided it was time to close the circle before it succeeded. Here is a very important safety tip for doing incantations — never mispronounce or miss a word. Rituals are rituals for a reason. And I missed one word, which was misinterpreted by the universe as something else and, well, now I have a new creepy roommate until Laertes finds a way to send it on its way.

If it gets out of my apartment I really don’t know what it will do. It yells at me in some language I don’t understand, clearly trying to communicate with me. Laertes has informed me that it is speaking in a strange dialect of Loethian — the first language, the language of the Weird. He did tell me that we needed to get the little guy back into the Spaces Between or it would complicate matters. So I don’t think there is any immediate danger, but I have been sleeping on the balcony at night, because, well, its creepin’ me out. Just in case it does get out, it kinda looks like an oily black spider with tentacles instead of legs, and it can make its mouth pretty big — poor Mr. Giggles didn’t stand a chance.

So, the moral of the lesson today, keep your cat safely locked up away from wherever you are doing your experiments. Be psychotically aware when preparing and using any incantations or rituals you may want to try. And never ever make eye contact with the creepiness that floats in the Spaces Between.

While Laertes and I figure a way to get the creature out of my apartment, I’ve posted a new section to the Libellus as translated by Laertes. The Three Realms

We will speak soon.

The Crier

In Memory to Mr. Giggles 2005 – 2013

Added to AuthorDB and New Amazon Review for My Books

I have been added to the AuthorsDB.com where I have listed many of the reviews for my book. You can also see a full listing of my reviews on Amazon, with my average rating being 5 stars at this link.

Amazon Reviews for Michael Hibbard

Immortal Memories: Volume I
Waking Dream: Devlin

The Book of Awakening

[by Laertes of Crete]

I.

If you are reading this Libellus, you are a Dreamer, whether you have recognized this or not. Being a Dreamer carries responsibility, one most people are not willing to accept. Responsibility implies that one cannot blame another person for their actions, effectively avoiding causality. However, this is futile and childish to consider. If you are a Dreamer, you are creating the Waking Dream around you. If you’re life is good, it is because you have made it so and if it is bad, it is because you have made it so. No one else is responsible for your life other than you.

II.

Before you can begin to manipulate the Waking Dream, using your inherent Weirdness, you must Awaken. The body in which you live in was previously an empty Sleeper. This is because you have chosen to inhabit this body by observing their existence, much as one chooses a character in a role-playing game. When you are not participating in the Waking Dream, you roam the vast domain of the Weird known as The Spaces Between — which is mistakenly labeled as the Afterlife, it is the InBetweenLife. You have the ability to see into the Dream, and remember all of your past lives — unless you have only recently coalesced into a conscious soul, therefore you have chosen your first body, and you will have countless others.

III.

When the body dies, you will return to the Spaces Between and be allowed to choose another body. You assume the life of the Sleeper that you choose, and in this process, you forget all of your past lives except through residual memories that slowly seep into your sub-conscious through your tether to the Spaces Between known as the Somnambula — known in other cultures as the silver cord. This is the way of the Waking Dream, and you will not understand this amnesia until you attain Immortality.

IV.

The mere act of reading this book, the Libellus Somnium, will allow you to Awaken — given that you can overcome the disbelief imbedded in the soul of all Sleepers and realize that you are now in control of your future through the use of your Weirdness. You have only found this book, because you are a Dreamer, and if you can believe and understand everything within, you will then begin the journey of understanding your own variety of Weirdness — or magick — and then you may start the long journey of attaining Immortality.

V.

The Creator has initiated the Waking Dream, and in that created One — the first Immortal. It is he who has asked that we other Immortals expand on his first book, The Book of One, to assist the Dreamers in Awakening. A time of great transformation is upon us, and Dreamers and Immortals must unite and ensure that the Sleeper population is not eliminated. This would be disastrous as it will take centuries for new Sleepers to be created to allow the reincarnation cycle to continue, allowing interaction with the Dream once more.

VI.

To begin, you must understand — and you must realize that you will never understand the nature of the Waking Dream, because you, I and the others are not meant to understand it. This is the Will of the Creator, The Will of the Weird. This Dream is a gift, an adventure, an experience. Your soul coalesced from the Weird over eons, just as the gases coalesce into stars. And the moment you began to glisten in the darkness of the Spaces Between, you inhabited your first Sleeper. And you will continue to do so until all Dreamers in the universe have attained immortality and then the Dream will reset. This is the solution to the equation that governs the universe.

VII.

I urge you now to look deep within, and understand your role in the Waking Dream. You may simply decide to ignore this as a work of fiction and continue blissfully ignorant to the things that are going on that threaten the Dream. But I assure you, the struggle for the control of reality has already begun. Awaken your Weirdness and Change the World.

VIII

References:

Immortal Memories: Volume I are stories about the Immortals.
Waking Dream: Devlin chronicles the beginning of the transformation of the Dream.

Making the Waking Dream

As my editor checks my grammar and continuity, I wanted to take a moment to talk about the Waking Dream.  It is not something that is solely mine.  It is a realization that the lines between reality and fantasy, fiction and non-fiction have become blurred.

I am trying to explain the way to a better place.  The tales are parables.  The lessons are my experience with which I am sharing with you.  The universe is unimaginable.  It is wonderful, it is beautiful, and it is full of the Creator.  We can be anything we want to be, and we should never let someone tell us we are anything less than we want to be.  You are the captain of your ship.  You control your dream.

The first book, Waking Dream: Devlin follows our hero, Auber Weir, as he realizes that he is in control of his life.  And at the end, will you be a sleeper, a dreamer or obtain immortality.  It’s up to you to decide which you will be.

The struggle for control of our reality begins now.

Editing Complete for Waking Dream: Devlin

After a full day of editing, adjusting, formatting and various other things, I have completed the editing of the Waking Dream: Devlin book.  It will be submitted to the CreateSpace and various eBook outlets tomorrow, and it should be available for sale by Friday.

This is a full length novel, and the first of 9 about the Waking Dream Universe.  You can read a synopsis at this link.

You can also pre-order a signed copy of the book at this link.

The struggle for the control of reality has begun.

Waking Dream: Devlin Update

Because of minor editing issues, I’m pushing back the release of Waking Dream: Devlin Book I in the Transformation Series until next week.  Once it has been submitted to the publishing vehicles it should take about 48 hours to start showing up on all platforms.

In the meantime, if you haven’t already, you’ll want to read the following writings so that you can fully enjoy the series.  There are many concepts I’ve created that aren’t intuitive to understand.  And the characters you will meet in these stories will be in all the novels.

  1. Immortal Memories: Volume I
  2. The Crier at Twilight
  3. The Place of the Sisters
  4. Libellus Somnium — The Little Book of Dreams [which will eventually be published as small paperback for personal reference]

If you want a signed copy of the either paperback, please fill out this form — Book Order Form

I’ve decided that the book will no longer be available exclusively through Amazon, so I will be publishing it on:

  • Kindle $8.99
  • Nook $8.99
  • iBooks $8.99
  • Google Books $8.99
  • Paperback $12.99

The prices may vary by a dollar or two depending on the final word count and size of the files.  And these will be available in all countries at the same price. [adjusted based on the current exchange rate]

The Hardback versions will be a bit longer in coming, because the pricing for On Demand Hardbacks is very steep — Average price would be around $35.00.  So to make it worth it for everyone, I will be releasing a special edition of both Immortal Memories and Waking Dream: Devlin with expanded content and I will offer them exclusively through my website, and every one will be signed before it is shipped.

Explore the Waking Dream

http://www.wakingdreamonline.com

If you haven’t had a chance to check out my new blog, there’s plenty to read.

In addition to my new novel coming out, I have made the site an extension of my writings, so it is almost completely fiction related to the Waking Dream Universe

If you like Dark Fantasy, or post-apocalyptica, you’ll enjoy the experience.