Character

In each chapter, on each page, with each word, I tell about a struggle, a mission, a destiny.  I watch eagerly as the scripts are etched across a digital screen and realize more and more everyday that I am watching my own struggle faulter.  I keep going on, like a flickering fire, sometimes with greater intensity, sometimes with little, other times, none.  Nearing the end of novel two and well on my way to something completely new in the writing realm. 

Now I have to package it and sell it.

it goes with or without saying

To be an official writing person, i should at least pursue some type of growth.  be it professional networking, school, or whatnot.  I really hope I ME does it though.  I am still here working on this thing.  I also believe the next little chapter will be quite interesting.

the right place and sign

I want to consider myself a skeptic. A person of unquestioning questionhood, if I may. I like to think logically through situations, the render judgement based on the actual account of things that occurred.

I also, have faith in signs. To say that I wait for them would be an utter lie. I watch only, at least I did. Now the questions are less about is it real, as can it be changed? If I really, really read that right, can I adjust the influence of things enough to have veered away from an otherwise certain fate? Or does it just feel like that, on purpose?

The age old we are the imagination of ourselves...am I also then the projection of at a past point said I would be, and furthermore could I then not be a something plausible future self said I would not? Or is it me creating it, working my own memories over to feel like it wasn't me. Can we fool ourselves so?

It would make an interesting story, but I stick to the easy stuff: fiction.

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The Nest Chapter: A Sample

Raunst waived her off, intent on his quest.  Whether or not the medallion rested within these tattered walls made no difference to him.  He was consumed with a desire to hunt.  Like a bloodhound on the chase he could almost smell it.  There was something here, it excited him, deep in the pitfalls of his own mind.  In the darkest places an illumination was shining back at him.  An image emerged before him, a man.  Raunst could no longer place himself in a dream or reality.  He stood from his place on the floor and extended a hand out to touch the figure in front of him.  The stranger in a light suit had a serene look on his face and didn’t rush to speak.

Raunst had never met this man before, but he could feel that the two were not strangers.

To Be Among the Read

So whether or not anyone has figured out that I have this little blog here, here I am.  I must say that I am excited.  I didn't really know where I would be at this point, but I have to share (treat it like a make up for bad Oscars):

Readership is an amazing thing.  So far I have collectively had over 100 people read my stuff, now of those like 70+ of them have presumably read the whole thing.  Referring to Grizzly Future and A Demon in the Knight.  I am amazingly thankful for all of you.  Glad you read, hope you enjoyed.  I have more coming and look forward to treating you again.

The second thing, but caveat first, I realize that in soliciting for business a company will provide back a positive editorial on the basis that it promotes a person thinking its worth the investment in paid for editing.  I value that is an influence.  But detailed commentary that highlights both strength and weakness in a written document is a valuable tool regardless.  And within that web I read something that I am very proud of (in conjunction with the above) is that I am right to share what I do.  I liked my editorial basically and can't wait to round out my book.  

I am humbled.  This is what I always wanted to pursue and here I am with the ability and time to do it.  Here's to more publication!

the next midnight

In the absence of time to really work on my craft (read: day job, very thankful), I do find ways to get a little done. Light sleep isn't for everyone, but it works for me. Working into the night offers some solitude, some hesitation, a small amount of dancing and shadow boxing, and eventually, some written word. This is a good mix of mojo and it makes for painfully good art. At least in my view.
I look foward to delivering more to share. Maybe a cut of a work in progress? To be continued...enjoy the meantime.

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more to come, less to do, wait, no

In the world of writing, there are no absolutes. In fact, ironically, that may be the only truth. I hope to hit my own deadline, but, I must admit dear reader, if it must be late, so be it. You don't want to read a bad story. Me either.

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Editation

Somewhere inside me is a capable copy editor. I can find a certain yo factor and really put out some decent cleanup. Its the allure of the rewrite, the decriptive detail, or just missing dialog...if only I could force myself into a zone where these temptations would be powerless over me.
A realm of the pen-dalini. The divine write. Supreme editation. These masteries do I seek. Or hire someone. What is Blackwater doing these days?

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my life is a wicked splendor

Its a good day when I am well...the illnesses that plague the world need to stay out. Fear not, dear public I have and will survive ever forward. I also promise a better blog post than this one. I mean, the nerve.

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March Project Update

Of course, I should, once in a while, provide a "was happinin nao" type post. Avid fans and newcomers alike should be in the know.

I have accepted the ambitious challenge of publishing the 2nd Secret of the Demon story. Writing it, as always, is manageable. It's the self editing that puts me through the wringer. 22000 words also makes this the largest effort to date, and sans a novel release, (dream big, no?) it will likely be the largest of the year, too.

Exciting and humbling all at the same time.

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Hey Kid

It's the scene you see in many movies.  The sporting youngster attempts something beyond their current means, a song, a dance, creating a defunct science experiment.  Then the wise cracking older person throws out, "Hey kid, don't quit your day job." 

Sound advice.  I have no intention of quitting mine as a prospect for sure, in fact quite the opposite.  I mean to excel at what I do when I am not moonlighting as an author.  I am also a writer, and that is something I have come to terms with.  Talented?  Popular?  Published?  Not at all things I am debating.  I am just a writer.

When the kid can't leave the day job, the internal drive to create should not be ignored  If we all just wanted to be on stage for everyone else, would we really be on stage?  It's not exhibition or even exposure, its production.  The inception, the design, the creation.  Publication or distribution or presentation of your trade and love...it's just a frame to hang your picture.  You hang it as much for yourself as anyone else.

a few lost along the way

I have had, in my time, many experiences of losing things. In the real world much that is lost can be found. But the digital world is a cruel mistress, a few lost ones and zeros lead to disaster. Several written works have been consumed in such a way, media failure, death of a pc, pc / mac conversion failure.
Such if the life of a digital bit. At any moment several conditions may interrupt your very existence. Here's to you, lost data!

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What's up these United States?

There is a place in my heart for the youths.  People that are my younger.  But writing for them can be a challenge.  What do you tell children, in the vein of entertainment, that is a good thing to, say, sell?

Working this week on wrapping for the for submission to a contest.  Wish me luck, don't be surprised if I am a little light on the updates...

morning glory

Another beautiful day. I think I will try and throw some more draft content soon. Requests?

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The day is long

But that don't mean a thing.  In the lighter half of the universe, somewhere over the galactic quote, unquote, rainbow, there exists a duplication of our very existence.  It's all a matter of scientific conjecture of course, but deeply inside of us we can feel the vastness of everything... 

So over that rainbow and far away, on that exact copy of the world, in the very same place you are now (respectively) you are staring at this simple post. 

Exploring the infinite at one's leisure is very much something we should all engage in.  Through art, entertainment, literature, television we have a way to view it, take it in and received it.  But to experience it deeply, can you, will you?  It's a decision to make today, if you haven't already.  If you are already there, standing here on this place, dreaming of that place far and away and over and yonder, don't forget to share it with the rest of us.

February Publication: Grizzly Future

First off, to the naysayers: nah nah na nah nah.  I have now completed 2/12ths of my monthly publication goal.  As a simplified fraction that would be 1/6. 

This was a lot of fun.  It came out of a short conversation with a friend and my wife one fine evening.  The whole thing didn't take long to draft out but the editing for a teleplay is something new to me.  Editing = my bane if you haven't been reading...

Enjoy!

tbh, idk

February brings about another light release on the schedule. Working on getting out a short teleplay and all the formatting and whatnot posted here soon. March is another story. The next logical choice both by size and stage in developement is part 2...but there is some vintage work in the back closet that may yet become the focus.

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Music and the soul

I have to admit that I am inspired often.  It is the sound of music that drives me to create more than  any other.  All manor of songs have reached me over the years.  Sharing their stories with me, so that I may share them with others.  I live in an amazing world to have been given so much music to enjoy.

Tonight I think I may have topped it all.  In many ways music has inspired my passive mind, building to great tales that are finally scripted out.  This evening it was being lived completely in the moment.  The music inpired the story that was this evening in my life.  Perhaps to be captured in some future memoir or regaled on a TV interview, or maybe it's just mine.  Either way it shakes out I am pleased to have this time, these moments, all of them. 

I am forever reminded of the great Jay-Z who at the beginning of his Unplugged session says (poorly quoted) "You could choose to be anywhere in the world tonight, and you're here with me. I appreciate that."

Thanks to everyone I am with, especially my family.  Every day they choose to be here, with me, I appreciate that.  

Edits, edits, and more edits

I swear if you read something 100 times that you write, you want to change it 100 more before you are done with it.  Even if you already like it.  Sometimes you do that only to find a paragraph later you actually wrote what you just wrote above.  It's a never ending cycle of things. 

Wish me luck as I am trying to get this all done to submit to contests this year, and some are due in early Feb.  So must worky worky.

Cheers.

why do i need to title each post

Self control is an interesting thing. We barrier our own experience for the benefit of others, or in many cases to benefit our lives later. But self control can be annoyingly underwhelming in a place where you conciously want to change.

My next work for a few weeks will be focus on my first major novel. I seek to have one big release this year and it must be this. I have over time been able to really improve my editing skills. My focus on writing and readable, enjoyable, sellable text has never been higher. Even the little things like the first time in years I have a new pc just for the purpose of writing and that is all I have used it for. (This is a stupendous feat as you will come to learn I love video games.)

The nailbiting, however, is a terrible flaw and so far outside my self control's scope of influence. By the end, I fear that my fingers will be bony nubs.

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The Story of Story Continued

So what's next...


After the creation of the Garrett character it would actually be a few years before I totally put together Shadows Over The Night.  Which Shadows Over the Night matured from several pieces.  The story also came from a vision I had once of being a high school superstar football player.  I never played football, but I watch enough.  Anyway the character had it all, then he broke his leg.  Tough luck he takes on a mining job, on the other side of the universe.  It has a very interesting mechanic but the story was tentatively titled just "Legend"

Another contributor was the idea of a shape shifting guardian.  This became "The Legend of Suldeep" both that and the legend are actually just the back story for SOTN.

Now I will pause and respond to "Is this guy seriously talking to me about all the books he HASN'T published?"  Yes.  Yes I am.

The final ingredient to the story was actually the Secret of the Demon series.  I wanted to tell the story of not one hero, but five.  All intertwined.

Beyond Shadows there are several ideas that have started making there way to paper.  These appeared more like a bum rush so it's harder to define when they came to me.0  And they do come to me.  I don't presume to make this up, I just take it in. 
 
Now during this time in high school where I came up with some of this I cooked up some other things.  I also did plays.  So far I think I have 1 full length manuscript and several shorties, a few teleplays and some half baked stuff.  A quick hit list: Street With a Long Wall, The Dark Place, Tush.  These are actually all needing to be redrafted into the right format for publication.  Maybe a compendium type set of stories or something.

Then there are poems.  So I leave you tonight with one. 

Love is foreplay for tricksters, and weapon to pranksters

Fools throw their hearts to the lions; wise men bleed less to stay cold

Yet amongst the madness we seek security

We seek prosperity

Lovers look for freedom in dependence

Dancers seldom perform on a broken leg, but return to the stage for passion

Be love an art or a crime

An instinct or an addiction

It is an inescapable flaw

Of the greatest moments

People will be allowed

A Timeline of Writing

Life can be benchmarked one million ways.  I know this.  I am no fool-yo.  But it's in these ways that we can better understand ourselves.  Like dissection, but without the extreme -ick factor.  So, i felt this just now.  So, I present to you, a timeline of writing:

In the 2nd grade we have the infamous "Dog Story" that I remember only loosely.  He (a dog) was in love with her (a dog) and they crossed a street.  I think she was killed and he killed himself.  That is probably all a lie I told myself to make this story better than it is, but just maybe I did write that.

In the 4th grade I was responsible for "The Grand Adventure", and critics be damned we had a great adventure.  Me and some of my classmates (Colin, and Dylan (I'm SO SORRY I forget your name but I'm guessing Dylan) went on The Grand Adventure to get some treasure.  Very Indiana Jones-esque but it was good....for forth grade.  Good is defined as hijacking your father's office equipment to make several bound copies and then give them to him (maybe sell them to him, sorry dad)

Junior High was different.  The theme of the story evolved to a new kind of adventure.  A story inspired just as much by my years of playing fantasy video games and reading fantasy books as it was driven from the actual games of Dungeons and Dragons I played way back when with my best friend.  TecDemon was born.  Now in Print!  (Shameless plug, so sue me)

In total there are 4 TecDemon Stories now, the next one is under revision.  The third and fourth were previously drafted on media that has not survived my life to date.  It may be in a box somewhere in Missouri, but I doubt it.  I will be rewriting them.  Notice I said will there, indeed.

The next concept of a story came about from my fascinations with robots.  Much fun can be had with the robots.  In a another life I also programmed which I can detail in post later.  I created a Cow / Robot (a cowborg) creature that eventually was named Garrett (original name was Gimpy, I watched alot of pulp fiction then).  This creature grew into an intergalactic traveller that landed on a tiny little world with a gifted magical girl.  Shadows Over the Night is a huge Sci-Fi Trilogy (Book 1 now 75% drafted) and has forever been a dream of mine to share (well forever since I had it)

TO BE CONTINUED...

Project Introduction: Coyote Wild (Working Title)

Somewhere in the future a queen rules over a kingdom embedded in the mountain forests.  The story of Coyote wild is mainly about her oldest daughter Kaelee (working name) and the notorious criminal Coyote Wild (working name and title (noticing a theme here (triple parenthesis just to prove I am an inset master))) 

Structurally though, I believe it is the queen's own journal that will be the back story.  From the draft:

March 31-81

He is as pure a soul as I will ever know.  I am in love like I never dreamed I would be.  Oh mother I am so happy.  For you to have seen this day is the only thing more that I could have wished.  He even shaved for the event!  His troops would never let him live it down, those wild dogs!

I am to wear your dress mother.  The same one you wore with Daddy.  Oh Daddy!  To have you back for this day!  I don’t want to speak too soon, but the wedding couldn’t have come at a better time.  I fear in another month your dress would have no room for me. 

I can feel her now fluttering within me.  I know it is a her.  She comes to me in my dreams and sings to me in her way.  She is a golden angel.  Our golden angel.  We shall raise her as you raised me to be, proud.  Only I worry now about her safety.  I must strengthen the walls of our home and raise the guard.  Now more than ever we must demand peace and serenity for all the people.

Many Many Things

There really are many things to work on. Brain pain loads of them. What's next for publication? Well, trying to mix it up I am working on a funny one next. Then back to the series. Personal challenge: one publication a month.

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The Start of Many Fine Things

I hate to begin as a filthy liar, but I can't stop myself.  The start of this was really a long time ago, but maybe I'm not wholly lying.  Maybe I should have titled this "The Restart".  Okay day one of blog, remain less critical of self.

After about oh....17 years of writing a single story and then publishing it you'd think IT MUST BE MASSIVE.  I say just the effort to pen out, and self edit 6500 words was enough.  But honor thy work or something.  I appreciate it, the editing is the humbling part of my work like "oh yeah I was going to make someone else's eyes bleed...bad author!" /slaps hand

But its there (or rather here).

If you just so happen to be in the business of officially (or unofficially) reviewing such things for blogs, websites or otherwise drop me a line and I'd be happy to work out getting you a review copy.  Otherwise if you're a reader, welcome.  A fellow blogger (which I am a total noob so haze away), welcome.  If you just found me by accident, welcome.