Thursday, October 31, 2013

The Correct Response is...

"There is no such thing as 'Windows' support, the name of the company is Microsoft. Fuck off, goodbye." Click.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Everybody sing!

Taking the OSHA-10 course online. Not since the '70s have I heard such frequent use of the word "macho."

Monday, October 28, 2013

Illustration Friday: Creature

Illustration Friday: Creature 
Chapter 6 scoured, total edited word count now at 48.8k. So happy that chapter needed less changes than the last!

Arrogant Nerd Syndrome.

Call me a nerd-hipster, but I've finally been able to pinpoint why I love Classic Who vs. nuWho. It's because on the old show, the Doctor was a scientist / adventurer, and on the new show, he's an adult Harry Potter with a sonic screwdriver for a magic wand.

Friday, October 25, 2013

Not REALLY, of course...

Could anyone already planning a heinous crime do me a solid, and leave my book at the crime scene? I could really use the exposure. ;)

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Chapter 5 finally scoured to publishable standards. Great googly moogly, did this one take a long time. 41.6k words and rising...

Saturday, October 05, 2013

IF: Underwater

Illustration Friday: Underwater. For those interested in such things, here is the original:

Friday, October 04, 2013

But I'm looking for the Old Same Place...

Here I am again, in the same old place. I don’t come here much often anymore because I don’t know what to write. I feel like the world’s biggest phony. Everything I do, there is a little voice in my head, wondering if others will like it, if they will judge me, or if they will love me. I suppose that makes me human, but it’s the constant trap of the chronically lonely. I suppose it’s something I just have to accept about myself. All my thoughts and emotions produce chemicals, and my brain becomes addicted to them. If we can do blood transfusions, why can’t we do the same for cerebral fluid?

I walk the same roads over and over. Every day seems to bleed into the next. Some people’s lives are shaped by explosions. The rest of us are eroded over time, like a river carving away at rock. I suppose expecting anything else will lead to disappointment.

Is this the first day of the rest of my life? There are no guarantees about anything. I’ve worked soup kitchens, and seen so many elderly people shuffle through like the walking dead, their faces filthy, lined, and scarred. I wonder if they spent their lives thinking everything would work out eventually. Did they try to make their own lives, only to constantly fight uphill against mudslides, until they finally gave up? Do they still think that they’re fighting? Is just breathing a fight?

You come to a point where you realize that the more you give, the more gets taken. There’s always a bigger dragon to slay, until everyone loses respect for you for chasing them in the first place. Then one day you wake up and realize you doubt yourself all the time - something you never did before. And then you wonder if you’re just making fights where none needs to be.

I worry about my novel. The great thing about my short story collection is that it’s so varied. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s serious, sometimes it’s dark, sometimes it’s imaginative, sometimes it’s post modern... you get what I mean. But a novel has a central theme. It’s not a movie where there’s “much needed comic relief” to break the tension. I don’t intend to be dark and brooding, it’s just whatever is left after squeezing my mind through a sieve. I just try to make it as interesting as I can.

Tuesday, October 01, 2013

Uncle Sam needs YOU!

The US Federal Government has officially shut down. Please do your part in this troubling time and spy on yourself.