I did not get any writing done this weekend. but that is ok. My friends and family like to get together for “Art night.” We paint acrylic paintings and just hang out. I also spent alot of time working on a technique with my laser engraver. I am working on making backlit photographs. (still working out the burn settings). Even though I wasnt writing, I was thinking about it. The details of character interactions and where the story is going, things like that are always on my mind even when I am doing art projects. If you want to see some of my art just comment below, I’ll make a page just for it!
Art night
the canvas. Converted the coloring page to a laser cut file then burned it on the canvas. then started painting!
Whats in your bag of tricks?
I make a lot of rules or tricks for myself when doing different projects. Things I keep in the back of my mind to stay consistent, or just keep things straight in my mind. When I was writing “Alone” I had to keep the twin characters straight and not confuse myself about which one was which. My solution was to name the right side twin (they were conjoined at the head) was named Randolf and the Left side twin was Luis. I would love to hear what tricks or tips you use.
Hindsight is 2020
Or is it 0202 (because you are looking backward?) I want to thank you all, I have been getting some great advice from you. Things I wish I would have known before I started this whole “being a writer” thing. For example.. starting a blog or a web page. One thing I am grateful about is that nothing is too late, and even if I am doing the self-promoting in an ass-backward way, eventually it will work itself out. after all a few billion people on the internet, and lots of time, I will eventually get noticed right?
I started with an idea that I had to get out of my head. I really didn’t have a clue what I was getting myself into. Like even “How” to write. Really the basics like dialog tags and paragraph structure to using word for windows. (I attended highschool a few times but I don’t remember it LOL) The project just keeps growing, from getting my idea on paper to finding an editor and getting it published for public consumption. Every day I am learning more and more, figuring out my tools and polishing my skills. Thanks to all of you, for helping me grow as a writer.
Here is a little poetry for your friday
Of Necromancy and love
With iniquity and open grimoire,
summoned from hell, to enslave aberration.
Barter my soul, a dark deed I call for!
Spit from my lips, this ill incantation
Sharpened by sin, my blade let go a flood
upon the alter, gift to the devil,
sacrificial offering of hot blood.
Cadaver imbibe life, I will revel!
Hardened of heart and core it will require
The wickedness of work or my intent
And grim occupation of desire
Unfettered of remorse or to lament
Razor edge of lust and red, sigil signed completes my art
Arise from the dead, lady of my heart
Sometimes uncharted waters are the best place to go.
I’ve heard that to be a good writer, write what you know. That is solid advice; you are an expert about “what you know” than writing about something you have no experience in. I may have broken that rule or bent it, or maybe just dated its cousin. Writing Emergence collective began organically enough; I was writing a science fiction novel primarily about a hole in the ground that never filled up. But as the story grew (started writing itself, really), things went in unexpected directions.
I discovered I was exploring some deep spiritual and metaphysical ideas. I, however, am, for one thing, a Skeptical scientist. I am a literal rocket scientist. I am very non-theistic as opposed to Atheism, which is very anti-religion. So when my story evolved into one that went in a spiritual direction, I just went along for the ride. I listened and questioned people about opinions and ideas in this subject and drank the proverbial cool-aid for the story’s sake. I am not trying to be vague on purpose, just trying not to spoil the story if anyone wants to read it. I keep finding myself trying not to tell people. Hey! Read my book, but I don’t believe any of it. In the end, I tried to do justice to those who are spiritual, while adding my own science fiction spin to it. I think I did a good job. Let me know how I did!
Excited for more!
I got about a thousand words down yesterday. Not a bad start. My daily goal is two thousand. Not that I stick to it or punish myself if I don’t. but I try. Right now I am organizing my thoughts, world-building and thinking about the characters and building those relationships. I usually just cram everything in my head and chew on it until I get a sense of how I want the story to go. I did get somewhat of an outline written, and I don’t usually use outlines but I thought Id give it a try. I’m Honing my craft, right? try new things and see if it sticks. I have several story ideas ready to go, I am always thinking about their storylines while I am working on other things. So expect a few stories to come, From Bigfoot to Willow-the-wisps to Aliens…
Good reads
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Character snapshot: Mark and Trina
It’s a character snapshot, but these two characters are equally important together as they are apart, so I decided to lump the snapshot together. I really enjoyed writing the relationship between these two. I really wanted to express the kind of purity of love two people could share if they had the freedom of innocence….
Mark’s beat-up Honda fishtailed around the corner of the driveway and then skidded to a stop in a cloud of dust in front of the longhouse. Trina had a white-knuckle grip on the dashboard as if she was holding on for dear life. “Why do you have to drive like a crazy person?” she shouted, but the look on her face was one of excitement rather than terror. “Umm, because it’s fun?” he said with a chuckle. “Well, here we are. Let’s find the best cabin before anyone else calls dibs.”
“Yeah, good call,” she said as she got out of the car and stretched her back. “This is a cool place,” she said as she looked around, taking in the layout of the place. “But geez, namaste much?” Mark chuckled at that last remark. “Yeah, he was the poster child for hippies, I guess. That’s probably why my dad and Grandad pretended he didn’t exist.” “I think you might be cut from the same cloth, honey, ya know? A long-hair dropout in a family of lawyers and doctors. You’re not gonna get rich, but I love ya,” she said softly.
He walked over and put his hands on her tiny waist, and pulled her close to him. “That’s how I know you love me. You’re not a gold digger. He whispered in her ear, “That makes me richer than any of ’em.”
“I think this place is making you mushy,” she whispered back. He moved closer to her ear. “It’s also making me horny.” Then he playfully swatted her butt. She pretended to be mad and started to push him away but grabbed his hand and started pulling him to the cabins. “Let’s go find us a cabin, my ‘mushy’ man,” she said and winked at him. He dared not resist as she led him down a random path. “These cabins are all in good condition. I was imagining something like sleeping in a dirty barn,” Trina said as she peered into the window of a pleasant-looking cabin. “I like this one, but I want something, ya know, a little more private.” “Anything for you, love,” he said, smiling. “Yeah, I think Uncle Frank had a lot of time on his hands and kept the place up nicely.”
They reached the end of the path at a cabin that seemed to be the farthest from all the others. Mark walked up the few steps to the porch and opened the door. “Should I carry you over the threshold?” Trina pushed past him with a smirk. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, bucko,” she said sarcastically.
“Well then,” he said with an exaggerated bow, “after you, m’lady,” then followed her in.
I dabble in Poetry to
Hand-prints of Darkness 