Reclaiming the Lost

The title of this blog obviously refers to the Nameless and his amnesia. But there is more.

Loss is a universal theme. Everyone has to deal with it. Most of one’s life is spent dealing with some form of loss. And every life is eventually lost.

Something is there, and then it isn’t. Its disappearance might be sudden, or it might just fade. It might come with a warning or be abrupt. Regardless, the result is the same: Loss.

Every moment in one’s life is laden with loss. Even the happy ones. There is no exception. The best example would be the birth of a child. A wondrous opportunity for the baby’s parents, but with a twist: their lives will never be the same again. Finances will become tighter. Spare time will become nonexistent. Intimacy will suffer. Gain and loss.

Even winning the lottery comes with its share of loss. The lucky winner effectively trades in their old life for a new one. Likely a good trade, but something is still not there after it is done.

All stories feature loss, and the best use the subject to bite us hardest. The more it hurts, the more vividly we remember the characters, their circumstances, and everything that happens. This literary device has been around forever, and it isn’t going away anytime soon.

It isn’t even limited to stories. Take Dark Souls and the like for reference. Mere video games, right? Sure, except they like to take things from the player. And because they punish everything so brutally, every death and every screw-up is remembered vividly. It is addictive in the most ridiculous and unbelievable way; an ode to the eternal theme of loss.

But not everything is so dark. As loss follows gain, so too does gain follow loss. Sadly, this is not always apparent. Indeed, most (myself included) dwell on their misfortune for so long, they miss their opportunity to take something back. And a missed opportunity is nothing short of tragic. It is essentially a failed trade. The equivalent of being forced to pay taxes for a house one doesn’t own.

Bad stuff happens. By all accounts, bad stuff happens more frequently than good stuff. And it takes things from us. But those things are not really gone. They have merely changed form; shifted into something else. Every opportunity that would not have been possible without loss falls under this category.

A man loses his house in a fire but gains monetary compensation. A wife loses a husband, but is left with memories and experience; perhaps even a better man somewhere down the line. A soldier loses a limb but gains a book deal and a whole lot of cash.

Of course, not every trade is good. Some are great. Others are poor. All are better than just being robbed.

And this, I think, is important. Loss is inevitable. It is something that hits all of us, all the time. Often when we are not even aware. But we need to be aware. We need to see what we can get out of it and grasp it firmly. Because otherwise the moment will pass, and all we will be left with is loss.

That is what “Reclaiming the Lost” means.

Be strong, my friends.

M. T. Miller

Online Presence

Nowadays, it is more than necessary. When you like to write things for people to read (and hope to make a living off it someday), this becomes doubly true.

Me, I hoped to skip it. I was late to Facebook. I was late to Twitter. And holy hell, am I ever late to Blogging. No matter. Life is about change, and I am making one right now. I will be spewing my thoughts here, and whoever finds them interesting is more than welcome. As is everyone else, for that matter.

In case it wasn’t apparent, I am a writer. Perhaps you’ve read me, in which case you have my eternal thanks. If the far more likely case that you haven’t, I wish you the warmest welcome one can put into words. Time is scarce, and every moment used up on me is a moment not used on someone else. That is no small thing.

But enough about that. As of this moment, I have but a single published book (which you can find here: Risen), but that is about to change. The other one is way overdue, though. Personal life disintegrating and all that uninteresting stuff. But who wants to read about that? I most certainly don’t.

Anyway, Ascent: Second Book of the Nameless Chronicle will be big. And by big, I mean novel-sized. While Risen was a novella of some 28.5k words, Ascent is currently sitting at 50k. I will be happy if I somehow manage to finish it without breaking seventy thousand. And that, I hope, is a good thing. It will allow for a more complex story with a larger cast. And more goons for our Nameless friend to beat up.

Speaking of beating up, there will be a whole lot of it. Thinking back, perhaps I’ve went too far. But structurally speaking, I see no way of avoiding those fights without hurting plot causality. When faced with a choice, I’d rather have a book with excessive violence that leads to logical outcomes than a censored mess. If you’re reading me, you probably won’t mind anyway.

A lot of it I absolutely love. Some parts I am still working over and might never be pleased with. The story itself will come with some major reveals. While Risen was about getting the reader interested in the Nameless (Or just Nameless if you like; I prefer to think about it as a title, but I guess it can also double as a name), Ascent will expand the world and start an overarching storyline. The direction everything is about to take might not be to everyone’s liking, but I certainly hope it will appeal to more than it will turn away.

That is about it for now. I will try to update weekly, unless I really don’t have anything to say. Which isn’t likely. I am a real blabbermouth.

Take care, my friends.

M. T. Miller