Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Devil Went Down to UN

The general assembly whispered and clamored and mumbled to one another. The Devil was scheduled to speak. They thought it ridiculous. What if this "devil" was a poser, a fraud, a filmmaker with a hidden camera to record and expose the naivete and stupidity of the UN Assembly.

The announcer stepped to the podium and spoke to the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, the"--there was a pause--"Devil."

From the back of the room, the doors swung open. The Devil was dressed in a red suit with a white tie. He wore a hat, held a cane, and was eating an apple. He sauntered down the center aisle, and there was a creature mounted on his left shoulder. It wasn't an animal of any sorts. If it were, it was on fire.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Personal Goals; Public Posts

Well let's get this blog rolling!

I'm planning to write stories that I want to sell and write stories based on writing prompts. You can find writing prompts at www.reddit.com/r/writingprompts or at any writing forums. Or you can look for writing exercises which would help the craft.

That's the purpose of this blog--an exercise platform. Anything that I write for practice, refinement and exercise will show up on this blog.


Any stories that show up here are revised twice, three-times, four-times for good luck and good publicity. I won't post any stories here that are fresh--those first drafts that are akin to chicken-scratch in the tune of a typewriter's clacks.

Return of the Writer

If God was real, he has a weird sense of humor. If the platypus was a gag, then randomness is his punchline.

See, I've been in a slump lately, seven months to be exact. I had encountered this twice in the past, and all of them lasted the same seven months (no kidding). I would be in a writing binge, up until a publisher rejects my stories. Then dejection and depression and distraction buries that momentum.

When I'm not writing, I'm gaming. I like gaming. Gaming and writing are always close to my heart. But like jealous siblings, one of them wants my undivided attention. So it's this cycle, a two season cycle in this mental climate. I can't ignore one of them because I'd be miserable, like losing a child to a pool of sharks.

Randomness of the universe. I picked up Sims 4 a month ago and have been playing it non-stop. From a hardcore PvPer in Guild Wars 2 to a casual Simmer in Sims 4 (Simmer is a noun. It means someone who plays the Sims. Which one version, doesn't matter. Don't even get me started with their expansions).

With Sims 4, I crafted an alternate world, a grim universe that was inspired by Lovecraft. I applied all of what I've learned in writing, and the bug has its suckers deep in my vein. The itch is back. Good. I'm planning to write this Sims 4 story until I'm satisfied with its ending. Once I'm done, I'm back at drafting stories, practicing with prompts and sending them off to publishers.

I believe my last test as a writer is taking the rejection, eating it and moving on. Carpe Diem. Yada Yada.