Ten years from now

Ten years from now, I see myself not just as an author. I envision myself as a curator of mysteries. I also see myself as a cartographer of the symbolic. Additionally, I will be a weaver of stories that flirt with the veil between the visible and the invisible.

Mystery writer

I will have completed a body of work that draws from the ancient images of the Tarot tradition. It incorporates its archetypes, whispers, and hidden paths. The black arts corpora will be the foundation for my debut mystery thriller. Forgotten mystics, obscure art, and historical figures with murky legacies will engrave it. It will sit proudly on a shelf, both literal and digital. Finally, it will be a story not just read but explored—layered with allusions and secrets meant to be uncovered, not explained.

I do not seek fame. I seek resonance.

Occult tradition

By and large, I see readers tracing lines between my characters and old Renaissance woodcuts. They connect twisted plotlines to the alchemical drawings of forgotten grimoires. Some will read for suspense. Others will dig deeper, sensing that the narrative conceals more than it reveals.

Ten years from now, my writing will be known not only for its storytelling. It will also be recognized for conjuring a mood—a threshold where fiction and forgotten lore meet. I’ll have carved a name. Perhaps it will even be under a pseudonym, Christopher Robinson. This name echoes with just enough familiarity to feel real. It will have just enough shadow to remain a riddle.

The Fool’s journey

This vision is not a blueprint. Indeed, it is a Tarot spread laid face down on the table. Each card, a chapter. Each turn, a choice. The Fool’s journey begins. I walk it deliberately with a bundle for my past experiences. A white rose symbolizes purity, innocence, and spiritual idealism. Especially, a small dog who leaps and barks will warn me and keep me company.