Friday, August 04, 2006

only one word to describe the name of my new story

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

writing forums

oh my.

every single topic has been made before, and all the new topics consist of every single member repeating what the people before them had said. it's like a circle jerk for people who appreciate decorative soaps and porcelain figurines.

and these members are sooooo dull. if i were forced to read a book written by a contributor to absolute write, i would fashion pointed spikes out of the rolled-up pages and stab them into my eyes.

no, but really, some of them have written books. here's a finely titled one: "the pacific between" by some jackass. as soon as i saw that, i wanted to write a book called "the qualifier after; an odyssey into boring, cliched writing."

i said something harmless recently on absolute write. i implied that everyone on the board wrote fantasy stories. someone called that a "tad impolite." i wrote back, "well i'm quite sorry if i hurt your feelings," and guess what? the idiot didn't realize i was being sardonic! "no hard feelings" was the general response i got.

no, no, no. i meant for the hard feelings to get personal. i was insulting you for being a thin-skinned pussy of a human being. not only did i insult you for writing about dragons and fairies, i showed how sad it was to care about being insulted.

i thought of explaining this on the board, but i decided to post here, instead.

Friday, July 07, 2006

my new idea

...is really good.

i don't want to give anything away, but i had a basic concept that i just stumbled upon yesterday, but then i realized there were too many problems with it. then, as i tossed and turned last night, i figured out how to make it work. i don't want to serialize this one, but i'll be thinking up something to serialize sooner or later.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

serials

so i was thinking that i really would like to provide a novel online. for free. serialized. i think i'll actually start it as soon as i get a good idea. i came up with a good idea for another story that i'm going to think about more and see what i want to do with it. of course i'm still working on my main novel, which i really should name soon.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

an aside

iris, no problem. that's why i asked. good luck with everything.


anyway, i didn't write anything last night. for some reason, i've been getting really drowsy at night (i'm usually quite insomniatic) and i've been waking up at around noon, completely tired. that's really screwing up my schedule. my problem still stands, though, about what happens in chapter 5. this is only the tip of the iceberg. i wrote much earlier on that one of my problems would occur around here, and sure enough, it is.

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

it's this evening

and i haven't worked on the novel any more, but i have found 3 leads on jobs! i know, i know, no financial stuff, but now i can get to work on the novel. i'm going to finish chapter 4 tonight and get a bit further in chapter 5. i'm just not sure what happens in the second half of chapter 5. i have 3 characters escaping the law (again) and they're going to need a place for the night. where the hell can they go that will keep interest?

new mediums

christ, i've been so bored lately that i've been posting all this unrelated crap to this site. SO, i decided to create a personal site that details my financial and interpersonal problems in more depth, so i can leave this site for issues that relate to me writing my god damn book.

(which i haven't worked on in 2 days)

i swear i'll work on it this evening.

Monday, July 03, 2006

not my day

i know i shouldn't post personal issues, but this one is interfering with my writing.

today, i was supposed to find a job. suffice it to say, i didn't. didn't even look. how's that for resolve?

right, well i would feel guilty about that, but i was hungry, so i decided to make some stir-fry. as i was stir-frying away, i opened the sauce packet and realized it smelled like lemon ass and i decided not to use it. surely, there would be some soy sauce in the kitchen or something. no. garlic salt, even? no. but i found some regular salt and used it. i tasted it, and it still had no flavor, so i rummaged around a bit more. i found some garlic salt. to make a long story short, most of the garlic salt in the container ended up spilt all over my stir fry.

shit, i said. but it was too late. i mixed it in, and tasted it. it hadn't really changed. hmm, that worked out all right, but i was back to square one.

anyway, i decided to eat it as is. it wasn't so bad.

for dinner, i thought, i would have some potato chips. no, i thought, that's not healthy enough. i'll buy some tomatoes, too. so i walked to the store to buy the potato chips and tomatoes, but first, i stopped at the atm, and suffice it to say, i couldn't get any money out.

so now i'm hungry and i have no money and no job. and the light is still out. and i couldn't buy a lightbulb if i wanted to.

some lyrics of songs that have recently randomly played on my itunes:

"you can rely on the old man's money."
"money don't get everything, it's true. what it don't get, I can't use."
"i've tried all I can to understand all the fools and all their money, when half of what they've got you know they never will use. enough to get by suits me fine."

(i know, more song lyrics, but they were strange coincidences)

to make up for the last few posts

i'm not going to use a song lyric as a title, ha. and i'm not going to post about my personal life. it's like blogs are a disease. anyway, i'm going to post my favorite bit of dialogue from the story so far. the scene takes place in the mental institution i mentioned earlier (sorry about the lack of indentation, blogger makes that sort of hard):

Karl, who had been passed out, lifted his head and opened his eyes. He looked around.
“Not this shit-hole again,” he said.
Ben laughed.
“Yep, same shit-hole,” said Ben.
“Oh, hi,” Karl said to Ben. “You’re, uh—”
“It’s Ben.”
“Right, and should I know her?”
“No, she’s new.”
“Gabby,” she said.
“I’m Ace.”
“Karl,” Ben corrected.
“Right, Karl,” said Karl.
“Karl’s more sane than all of us,” Ben explained to Gabby. “He’s not only sane in this reality, he’s sane in about seven other realities that he keeps switching in and out of.”
“It’s more of a hassle than anything else,” said Karl.
“So where were you?” Ben asked Karl.
“The other State City. The good one.”
“The one where you fight crime.”
“Yeah, that one.”