Martin, as many of you know, is/was an author that penned the Hyperion Cantos. He’s a charismatic individual from an amazing science fiction series by Dan Simmons. I love Martin E. Silenus, for his foul-mouth, his wit, intelligence, insight, his enthusiasm for libation and women, and because he speaks his mind in no uncertain terms. He does not brook fools well!
So I borrowed him, so to speak, to protect myself against retaliation of past transgressions and from those that might still persist in wishing me harm. Hiding in plain sight, you might say, but for all intent and purpose invisible. I’m a quiet private person and seek no notoriety.
Some say I am of no fixed address, I rather like that. But if pushed I generally suggest to those that insist, that I live out close to “bedlam and mayhem”. Generally migrating between hot arid desert and cool green agricultural prairies.
It is true that I spend time on the road. Certain vehicles by design provide a home with all amenities to transport you in your wanderings of the vast distances. Not quite a “Ship of the Stars” similar to Martin’s, but a device of time and space that serves well enough.
The persona of Martin and his muse generally write in three distinct capacities, action/war, life’s like that, and action/sci-fi. That is when his muse is feeling generous enough to share.
In the “action/war” series of books Hud and P-man are young protagonists caught in the insanity of the Vietnam War. A very intense, surreal, and all-consuming series.
The “life’s like that” series examines society, the oddities of people, places and things. Some personal experiences and some of the amazing/foolish events that create these things called memories.
In the “action/sci-fi” series Matt, Frosty and Daria team up to satisfy common personal goals and find that they have created an entity that is much larger than the sum of its parts. This sci-fi is set not many years in our future, as a matter of fact much of the tech is here already.
I do hope you enjoy my literary musings and wanderings, or as Martin would refer to them as “reeking little piles of doggerel.” Whatever you perceive, remember beauty, truth, and pornography are only in the eye of the beholder!
Ta, ta for now!
Martin E. Silenus