Friday, September 5, 2008

Time to get political

I'm not going to publicly wave the flag for anyone in this coming election only because I believe who I vote for is between me and the ballot box.

But I will make some noise about people NOT voting. It irritates me to no end that so many people throw their hands up and don't get involved.

I don't get why it is so hard for people to see that by not participating in the process, they are giving even MORE power to others to decide their fate for them.

So this weekend I am going to do some YouTube vids to implore people to vote I need to express my outrage and get some people off their butts!

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

I know what I said about NOT discussing dating BUT

This crap is just too priceless to not bring up...I must say I am flabbergasted yet again:

Personal ad from a woman who calls herself Lovestinks1969:

"I'm 38 years old, looking for a MAN not a mouse. I have a very strong
personality; seeking a self-confident MAN to bring out the inner me. I am tired
of mice! Be a MAN for once please!

Dear Santa, I've been good this year, even though people have shit on me all year, lied to me and used me. Please send me a MAN, a REAL MAN, NOT another boy! I want to play with him, (video games, board games, card games, etc.), hold him, have him hold me, make out, all that "couples shit" that you read about. My life is not a Hallmark card, nor should it be. Please Santa, bring me a real man or, in the alternate, shoot me!

LOL Love, Me"

OMFG what the hell does this woman think is going to happen here? I mean really, lady. Why should anyone want to talk to her? This sounds like a miserable, ignorant shrew. MAYBE this person was just joking by posting this ad. Or not. I have seen similar ones that are 100% serious. Shall I evoke the name of CRAP Magnet Girl???

People scare me...they really do. It is much safer to hide at the dojo alone eating a root beer float while watching episodes of Pokemon. Pikachu only speaks one word and one word only and even a monotonous cartoon character doesn't sound this stupid.

Need to find agent to harass

Harass may not be the right word, but you know what I am getting at.

It's time... The end zone is yards away. Two chapters left and I will have the rough versions of both done this week.

Then I go back to copy editing, clarifications and resolving continuity issues which is hard for me since I keep reading the same stuff again and again.

Maybe I should really drunk when I work on this book. That way it will always seem brand new to me!

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Two more chapters and I will STOP

I have decided to stop at 20 chapters. I need to rework something in the middle and then I need to tie things up with the denouement.

I'm at 80,000 words now. Two more chapters means... I will wrap this up somewhere upwards of 88,000. A lot shorter than the first full drafting at 140,000+.

There is just so much excess in writing these days. I am a little self-conscious about the length. Seems like every novel in this genre is a massive phone book. I mean as much as I LOVE to deride "Wizard's First Rule", it clocks in at 300,000 words and the author got a $275,000 advance on it... and it was his first piece of fiction. EVER.

Anyway, I will need some readers who are well versed in this genre of fiction since you are my core audience...

Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away