Oh, I get it

I realized this morning (thanks to my homeopathic remedy? I almost hate that it seems to work...or doesn't, and its just a placebo effect) that lately my writing is much heavier on the plot end rather than the character development end; I'm bending my characters to my will to make a twirly plot rather than just letting them do what they're doing in the context of each other. I suppose there's a balance there I need to find.

I'm going to try to get some work on "Invalid" done. Invalid is a story about a boy searching for a friend stolen away from him by cancer.

Hats Off

Working on "Hats off to you kids". This is one of my few finished stories. Right now I'm just going through and correcting little typos, but it needs some revision, though I don't know where. It doesn't always capture the mood I'm looking for, but I'm a little clueless as to what to change without being verbose. Certainly it is one of my favorite stories, but reading it, it doesn't match up to the perception of it in my head.

High Fantastic

Finished my "Fantasia" story, by the by. It's right at 3000 words, and very strange. I doubt I should even send it to magazines, but we'll see what my readers say about it.

Guy dies, Yahoo reports

Some Guatemalan died from knifing in NY city after helping a woman who was being attacked by another man. After the Guatemalan collapsed, people passed by without helping for about an hour before somebody finally got the police to the spot. Now, there were a couple 911 calls before then, but they gave the wrong address it seems. So, are people really callous? That's the rub of the article. But I don't think they are, not if they're like the people I meet elsewhere. They're just so clueless and made to feel helpless by their robotic rolls in society that they just assume they have no way to aid, that the man is probably already as taken care of as he can be, that medics are on the way, that somebody else is in charge. That's our crisis; our utter estrangement to life via our modern lives. We're barely human anymore, sure, but not because we're callous monsters, but because we're just a bunch of dumb herd animals.

Two steps forward...

Two pages written...two pages annihilated! All things must remain in balance! Take that crappy writing. Oraphan Cycle has been on the back burner lately. I've been more into Fantasia and Invalid, although actually, I've spent more time trying to re-pick (pun?) up the banjo. Well, sad day, but I was not at all pleased with what Amuel was up to...it was too...touchy feely maybe. I dunno, anyway, its gone. Nothing like breaking a writer's block by forcing yourself to write and then destroying it.

I H8 Blogs

Dear Diary,

Today I'm writing in my blog because that's what you're supposed to do with a blog. The publishers' website told me it would be good to have a blog, if not a full blown site of my own, as an aspiring new author. So here is my blog, in which I will dump all my personal and private feelings about this and that, thus letting the world feel as though they know me, creating sympathy and understanding, so that they buy my stuff because they think they're my friend...muahahhahaha.

Inaugural Pic

Yeah, so I thought I would post a doodle I made seeing as how I'm...a writer. As I write this, I'm listening to "Caligulove" by Them Crooked Vultures. Has there ever been a better title to a song? So, this is from ummm...untitled adventure story 1. Well, as you can see, there's a title, but hardly acceptable for mass consumption. What we have here is a picture of what is supposed to be Malcolm and the pile of beetles (if you're one of the two people who have read the story, then you know what this is about). If not, some background: this is a story, the majority of which I wrote when I was 19 and then barely worked on again after that. I still want to finish it one day, unfortunately there's a lot of distance between me and the characters now. Hopefully this posting a pic works and isn't a bunch of bull hockey. Its totally just a doodle; unfortunately its also about as good a drawing as I could do if I really put my heart into it. Harder I try, worse it gets. Anyway, hopefully it works. Here goes

First Blog

How very exciting. I have a blog now. I hope it comes in exceedingly handy.