Emergence Collective · writing

Do we really know ourselves?

I think I know myself pretty well. I like me. I spend all my time with me. But that’s the inside looking out. What I perceive of myself is vastly different from your perspective. We all intrinsically understand this, but I am not sure most people give this a second thought. I am not talking about being self-conscious about behavior or choice of style, but the person we see ourselves as. Most of the time, I live in my own little world, my own sphere of influence where I create my own reality, and the collective reality is subject to speculation. So how do others see me as me? How do you think others perceive you?

This notion occurred to me as I listened to T.A. Walker’s podcast, where she is currently reading and discussing my book “Emergence Collective.”  As she describes her perspective of the characters, I noticed that she is picking up on personality traits differently than how I imagined them. Not inaccurate, though. She is describing the characters in the way I intended, but her perspective has subtle differences that, to be perfectly honest, seem to make my characters richer and more fleshed out. How I saw the characters in my mind and did my best to describe them, as with myself, I could not possibly know how someone else would perceive them. Which is pretty cool.

Emergence Collective · writing

Shit just got surreal

A fellow blogger T.A. Walker picked up “Emergence collective” and is currently reading it. She will present her synopsis and commentary about it on her audio blog (?) Podcast(?) I highly suggest you check out her blog and see what else she has been reading https://tawalkerfreewriterlife.wordpress.com/

If you plan on reading Emergence collective without spoilers click the hyperlink. You have been warned.

if you want to read along (I suggest it) click the link below.

Emergence Collective · writing

Opening lines….

I am still learning the craft of writing. As I gain some experience I look back at my earlier stories and cringe. I see a little clearer now and see some mistakes that are obvious to me now. A lot of grammar mistakes forgive me, the English language is wacked. A mix of different languages and meanings of words change depending on the situation. I feel sorry for those for who it is not their first language. My biggest blunder however is the dreaded first paragraph.

I am not very happy with the first paragraphs in most of my stories. The first paragraph should if done correctly, hook you into the story right away. Hopefully, you don’t want to put the book down after that. I struggle with the opening paragraphs mostly because when I write, I have already been thinking about the story and how it ends, but where to start? I think I have nailed it in the sequel to “Emergence Collective.” Or at least I gave it my best shot. I feel pretty good about it and I am excited to hear what people say when they read it.

art · Emergence Collective · writing

Sunday word goal accomplished! Now to play!

Not that writing isn’t fun and all. To me, it is a lot like golf. Nice to get out, but most of the game is a series of frustrations, but occasionally you can get the ball where you wanted it to go. At least I am a better writer than golfer. (If you don’t think I am very good, you should see me golf)

My word count is finished for the day, now to ruminate on the next parts. I am getting far enough that there are some tidbits that I need to sort out to make the story flow a bit better. I am thinking of rearranging some of the chapters, but I have another important chapter to write, that I need to start tieing things together with. I know I am kind of scattered, but it seems to work for me so why fight it?

Now I get to choose what to fill the rest of my day with. I Might paint the Nuka Cola girl some more, but I’m itching to fire up the laser and work on the backlit photograph project.

poetry · writing

Here is a little poetry for your friday

Joe Hallett's avatarHand-prints of Darkness

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

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writing

Recognizing a kindred spirit.

I went to a Joh Mayor concert recently. It’s been a while since I’ve been to a concert and it was a lot of fun, even though it wasn’t my favorite artist. Got free tickets to see him, and even though I’m, not a big fan, why waste the free club seat tickets. (By the way, if you ever get a chance to see a concert or game with club seating you won’t be disappointed) The show was fine, he does what he does on stage and played the usual hit songs from his catalog. At the end of the show, before a few encore performances of fan-favorite songs he did a little monolog.

This is where I had an interesting thing happen to me. As I mentioned I am not a fan of the guy, I enjoy his music well enough, (I won’t even change the channel when he comes on) However, during his monolog,I saw something that I had never consciously saw in a performer before. His monolog was brief and was about how the fans over time has keeped the songs alive and that reinvigorates (Im paraphrasing here) his passion to create and perform. While its not specific to John Mayor or what he said,but more of a recognition of the artistic kindred spirit. I saw not a performer, but an artististic soul. I was actually moved by the sentiment, because (I know that he most like has the same script for every performance) I could feel the genuine sincerity of it. I felt the kindred spirit in a fellow artist.

I did not, have a spiritual experience at a John Mayor concert (Id likely get my ass kicked if my friends heard that) I’m metal, Im a rocker so none of that! But seriously, I felt something in myself that has that genuine need to create, for myself, but also for the joy I can give to the world (hopefully) Thats why I am here to hopefully give a little break from the mundane reality let you escape.

writing

Life is killing me

Sometimes things take over and your daily routine gets overcome by events. Spent 8 hours in the emergency room (Not for me, everything is fine and worked out) yesterday…Bored out of my mind. I don’t spend a lot of time on social media and my phone was just about dead. So there was not a lot to do. Boredom ensues… But as I say, when life gives you lemons, make lemon drops (Martini’s). Boredom is a GOOD thing. I suggest everyone find the time to do it. I think that boredom is a catalyst for creativity, a self-defense mechanism. I had some solid boredom time racked up yesterday. my creativity gas tank is filled up I literally can wait to start creating (But I have to wait, work, and all ya know?) Patience too is another lesson boredom teaches us. I believe it was Marcus Aurelius that said “If it’s endurable, endure it. stop complaining.” Here I am enduring and embracing it.

Emergence Collective · writing

The Devil is in the details

I have a clear message or idea I am trying to express in the story’s (Emergence Collective) subtext. But I am so wrapped up in the story, and all of my crazy fantasies, musings, and daydreams swirl together. Some things I wrote never made it into the book, and I honestly can’t remember which parts and thoughts it made in the final. In the sequel, I am making a more considerable effort to express the big picture concepts that I wanted to convey.

The Devil is in the details. Since I’ve got past the initial 60 thousand plus words under my belt. The sequel is going much smoother, and I have a better idea of how to get my crazy notions out.