Despair (2023), by Satis

In the past, I’ve used the category “Music I Love” to discuss music that has been particularly important to me over the course of my life. Anything from Mozart to Metallica, I’ve often mentioned the significance of their emotional response in me, or how it meant something at a particular time of my life.

This time, however, I’m changing it up slightly. While this post is intended to highlight music that is indeed very important to me, this time the music I’m discussing is … my own!

It may not have been made entirely clear to everyone over the course of my blogging tenure, but my background and education is in music, not writing – specifically composition. And in recent years, I’ve taken the time to reinvest in that old, forgotten passion, and write some new music.

Back in 2019-2020, I began thinking that I would like to write an album that blended the best of classical orchestration with the gritty heaviness of metal music (my two musical loves). As I began to experiment with different ideas, I realized that I could write something of a heavy metal symphony; nothing so pretentious as Deep Purple’s Concerto for Group and Orchestra, yet more focused and structured around the orchestra itself than something like Nightwish, whose music – whilst evocative and generally excellent – tends to be “orchestrated” metal. I was looking to write music that could only exist with both contrasting elements; remove one, and the other isn’t sufficient to carry the music alone.

And so was born Despair; a five-track, hour-long album of metal and orchestra, exploring themes of darkness and misery through music. It took a long time – over a year – to complete the first draft, and a year further to fine-tune the sounds, hone the orchestration, and get it to a standard where I felt it was publishable.

And whilst the follow-up, an album soon-to-be-released called Shade Under Trees of Longing, has (in my opinion) a far superior production, I am nonetheless proud to announce that Despair is now live and available to stream through all your favorite platforms: Apple Music, Spotify, iTunes, and more!

Man, I’m a Slow Writer … and It’s Time to Get Back to It

I started my writing journey over 12 years ago in 2011, when a friend and I decided – almost as a joke – to participate in that year’s National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Over the course of that November, I churned out nearly 50 thousand words, which would eventually become the prelude to my (still) ongoing fantasy series, The Redemption of Erâth. By 2014 I had wrapped and published the first volume, Consolation (then through a vanity press because I was naive and knew no better). Two years later came the second volume, Exile, and in 2018 I followed this with the third book, Ancients & Death.

From that fateful 2011 November onward, I also began blogging; at first like a madman, with hundreds of posts a year. Now, I’ve posted exactly 17 posts in 2023, and possibly even fewer than that in the years preceding. The point is, I’m a slow, and sometimes non-existent writer, and that bothers me. I didn’t completely abandon writing after the third novel in 2018; in the interim, I’ve published two other standalone books under my real name: 22 Scars (2017) and The Broken (2021). But I really haven’t done an awful lot of writing since then.

I haven’t been completely idle, of course; I’ve made a return to my first creative love, music, for example. For the novel The Broken, about a rock band in the 90s, I actually took the time to write and record their (fictional) three albums in their entirety. I also completed three other albums of orchestral/rock music, and most recently completed writing a Requiem for orchestra and choir. I’m even now applying to graduate school to return to the field of music (assuming I’m lucky enough to get a spot), and the future, despite the past having had little written word in it for the past few years, is looking bright.

But despite that, I feel that I’ve somewhat abandoned my passion as a writer, and that feels … well, kinda crappy. So I have an intention – one that I have every year, of course, around this time – to pick up the virtual pen once more and start blogging, novelizing, and just generally getting words written and out of my head.

The fourth book of The Redemption of Erâth, The Fall of Thaeìn, is more than halfway complete, so one of my goals this year is to finish and publish this work. I also feel that it’s been a fair time since I wrote any contemporary fiction like 22 Scars or The Broken, and recent reviews – not to toot my own horn, but indicating that they’re pretty okay – have inspired me to look for new topics to write about, as well.

I also want to return to a regular blog schedule, through which I can get random thoughts out of my head, and continue to practice the art of writing. This post will (hopefully) mark the first of many more to come this year (although history has shown that I rarely follow through on these commitments).

The Redemption of Erâth: Volume One – Consolation, Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Daevàr’s Hut

The town was large; perhaps two or three thousand people dwelled there at any given time. There were also visitors, folk who would come and go, but for the most part its inhabitants would live, and die, without straying from its furthest edges. The only time any significant number of people entered the town was on Great Market Day, on the first of each month, when the surrounding farmers and artisans would set up stalls in the central square and sell their goods.

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