W.M. Angel's Blog

I am currently in the need of reviewers for my first title, as well as an upcoming title.

Both are jazz-age romance esque titles. More often than not, my style of writing leans towards a jazz noir type. If you're interested in stories like The Great Gatsby, or A Kiss From Mr. Fitzgerald, or otherwise any other jazz-age or noir books — then this is for you.

If you're an avid reader, reviewer, or otherwise wish to support a new author achieve his dream and also get out there into a larger audience, then I implore you to check out my work, read it and to leave an honest review or opinion.

Thank you for reading this.

So, I've been thinking for a while, and I want to do an extraordinary book launch for when the next title is ready in 2022.

However, I don't have enough reviews on Amazon and goodreads due to minimal exposure -- which in essence makes it hard to make it extraordinary, or otherwise great, which includes giveaways too.

In this, I've decided to ask the public for help. I am not under a contract, and I am self-published, so I was wondering if any of you were / are into books of the jazz age type, such as the roaring 1920's or 1960's. Contemporary romance, and the sort. If you are, please, do not hesitate to check out my book, I will even fund it myself to get you a copy. And if you have recommendations, I would appreciate those, too.

If there's any way you can help a new author, do not hesitate to comment or message!

W.M Angel Atlas Loved: A Novel

Recently, the content page of "Writers Around The World" on Instagram reached out to give me an interview, which was quite pleasant and professional too.

Here's the interview!

WATW: "What inspired you to write this book?"

W.M Angel: "What inspired me to write this book? Well, I can't really say it was 'Inspired', there was something in me, and it had to come out. One way, or another, that story that had to come out, painful as it was."

WATW: "What were the hardships you faced while getting your book published?"

W.M Angel: "The hardships I faced were...Doubts, doubts that what I wrote wouldn't be good, because I'm not a modern writer. I'm a classical one, old-fashioned, true to what literature should encompass: Beauty, hard-hitting realities, lines that should be juice at every single turn. But, I don't write modern books which everyone these days tend to love. So that's been the hardest hardship during publishing."


WATW: "What's something you wish you had known before publishing your book?"

"The thing I wish I knew beforehand was just how many errors the publishing market could bring with itself that are out of your own power to control. Both self-published and with a publisher. And not to worry about them too much, because they can be fixed."




WATW: "What're the themes of your book?"

W.M Angel: "The themes of the book are as follows: Trauma, loss, understanding, drugs, abuse, alcoholism, regret, and ultimately love."

The rest of the interview can be found here:

https://www.instagram.com/p/CPS09oBlPsj/


Atlas Loved: A Novel
W.M Angel

Over the past few years, I've learned a lot of things. Each of them, different. Although, even then, they're also oddly similar things. But, this is a mere reflection in general. A specific one, that is. However, this isn't for anyone specific. This is something I'm writing because it came to mind, and because it'd be nice to have a record of sorts to look back on.
I've come to notice that there's a highly distinct difference between practitioners, artists, inventors and in general people with different lifestyles. People who practice can get good at an art, yes. Albeit, being good at it, does not necessarily mean you are an artist. I've tried looking at it from all perspectives, and have been thinking over it for a long period of time. And now, after a long, long time of thinking, and realizing, I can say right now, that real artists are born, and that those who practice are simply learners, practitioners of something.

They can make something temporary, something that'll leave only a temporary feeling or just not equally as stunning. Now, the artist itself, is born with a talent, a drive or specific mentality that just gets stuck there. A sort of insanity, so to put it.
And it's the same with doctors, technicians, inventors, and so many more. They're born with an innate, distinctive function and/or type of talent that only they can master and shine with. In a way, it's their own magic. It can be happy, or sad, or it can be political, or anything else. But even when it is one or the other, it always leaves a grand impact. It leaves something that you always remember.
That one thing, is what I've come to realize, is that it's the shining implosion of talent which occurs when the artist or inventor / medic / whichever persona becomes unleashed without a single limit. Indifferent of any and all consequences, constitutions, laws, regulations, limits, or otherwise stop-signs. It's a spiked road - often lonely. For me, it's been a solitary one. I'm a writer, so it's been an up-and-down. In consequence, it's been highly relevant. I've come to understand that even if I try, I wouldn't ever be able to be normal. I'd still remain quirky, odd, sometimes childish, loving and just myself. I wouldn't be able to live a cycle of normality. But that's not to say that it's a bad thing. Everyone has different lives, perspectives, views, and so on. For me, normality is bad in my eyes, but it does not mean it should be in someone else's eyes.


Otherwise, there's also partnership. I've come to see that the only partners I ever pick, is someone with either a kind and loving heart, of which can make me forget everything, or it is someone of high intelligence, high-standards, and a born talent / artist. I've been with medics before, doctors in different fields, teachers, and older partners. Testing, so to say. Seeing what I like, don't like, and so on. And so far, the best few things I have noticed, is that I only ever truly fall in love with those who have a . . . . I suppose you could call it a starlight? They shine, brightly so, too. They have this . . . . Smile, and glimmer in their eyes. Almost like they are covered by sunshine even at night. The aura of . . . Hm. It's hard to put it into words, really. It's just this shine and aura that's just there, you know?

Aside from that, I've also come to notice that every artist I have come across, is always hard to deal with. We require patience, time, understanding and a lot, a lot of care. Love, intimacy. Some, may use different things as a muse. For me, I use my own partner. It works, and often tends to be the best source of inspiration. Intimately, sexually, lovingly, and artistically. It just works even if I do not want it to. The memories and emotions, feelings, tender touches and so much more. They tend to be never forgotten. They always linger there. And it's through those things that my own art comes into fruition. Like music, you have to have something visualized. Not through your eyes, but through your emotions, your feelings.


Another thing, is products. The moment you sell your own art, you don’t feel safe at first, but then, you also feel the gratification. In some sense, an honorary feeling where you just feel proud, motivated. It gets dull over time, and you get used to it, but it never stops feeling good. It’s like a “Happy-go-lucky” drug. An instant motivation booster. I’ve come to notice that when I write erotica, even though it may be taboo, and when it sells, I feel good. I feel . . . Content. Happy, per say.
And that one feeling, is so, so great for every artist out there. Everyone should always sell their own art if they can. It feels so great, and it is such a good source of future motivation. Do it, just, please, do it.


Lastly, I’ve come to learn that when I settle for something, it means it’s highly important to me. I never, ever, settle. Not for the lack of anything, but because it requires something special. Something that is unique, rare. And I think that is one of the most important things I’ve learned as an artist. That I only ever settle for something because it’s the only thing that is better than writing, more relevant than being just happy and content. A reason of why, a reason of… Truly deciding for something. If something can be greater than the one thing you love the most, then it is a 100% worth every single thing.

Listening to a jazz performance on the street, I came around to thinking back on a question someone asked me once. Something that I now have a different view on after some years of actually looking at my past, and the current present.
"Why do you love writing?"
Well, to be frank, I wouldn't be able to answer that question shortly. It's not that I love it. Maybe the better way of putting it, is that I absolutely, and thoroughly abhor it. Albeit, there are aspects that I do tenderly love, when it comes to writing itself. I can express in such manners, such ways that the heart often can not express by voice, or through music. I can create stories and feelings that people will always have left in them forever, or they wind up changed in one way or the other. Although, there are several downsides. Being born with an odd quirk that never lets me to stop fully. A steel will that's hardened to where giving it up, would be seen as the worst defeat there can be. But then, you could also see it as a form of "Passion", per say.
There's no real answer to it, quite frankly. Over the years, the relationship I've had with writing, and talents in general, has been a rocky one. Like I once said before: There's no way of escaping the factor of being born an artist. You can try, you can wiggle and run, rock your head and slam your fists on doors, walls. Nothing will work, you'll still be who you are. And for me, that's always remained true. I still read books on the daily, I still write short-stories, poetry, and more. If I get told to write something, I still get carried away and wind up writing some novel at 30-40 pages. There's no actual way of getting away from it.
But, that's not to say that I've fully embraced it. No, I still haven't. It'll take me some time to do so, and to actually manage to love my own quirks and talent. Even if - disastrous as it may be - it costs me a lot more than what I can give.
So to answer why I love writing? I don't. Not necessarily. I'm trying to, but I don't fully love it. It's just a part of me. Like how people love to listen to music, or to the piano, saxophone, or other instruments. You love it, because it has a harmony within its soundscape. A flow of colours and emotions, of which create such wonderful images and sensations inside of your own heart and mind. It's the same with writing. It creates and forms different things when you read. You get to escape reality - even if not for long. You get to wander throughout different traces of life, different paths and worlds. Fantasies that you could only dream of. Movies, plays, books. All of them require writing, and those who get lost inside of it, experience things that they could never manage to create themselves. That's what makes it so addicting. It's like a drug, cocaine, in a certain way.
The total addiction, creative freedom, vast world-building, story-telling, among many other things, is what makes writing so wonderful. Although I may abhor it in every way possible, I am still trying to embrace it. For it's a rocky road - that of creating something. Books are usually fine to write, easy enough. But once you lose track, or lose the spark for it, it's gone. So it tends to become a love and hate relationship.
Though, drinking this beautifully sweet and gentle red wine, while listening to a fellow Italian artist on the saxophone might be affecting my opinion, too. In good ways, more so than bad. I'd say it's got a long way to go as of yet, but that's fine with me. I'll love writing, eventually. It just requires a lot of time and patience. And maybe some arguing with my own talent. A little bit of rough love and it should do the trick.
But so far - as of now - alcohol, sex, and many more things seem to have been working just fine. And that's just how I prefer it to work like for now. Can't always write sober anyway, now can I? Hah.