Tag Archives: Writing

So, what’s new?

Things change, though not always drastic­ally. The accu­mu­la­tion of small changes even­tu­ally develop into a major change though. I still work for a local Tech Support com­pany, as I have for a little over two years. When I first star­ted, my only com­puter know­ledge was some basics about Linux, minor troubleshoot­ing of Windows sys­tems, and what Mac OS looked like. Now,

Creative Outlining.

I) Introduction a) Meet paul at home b) Meet Sally at home c) Paul and Sally meet d) Paul and Sally decide to have an adven­ture meet­ing friends along the way e) Minor drama amongst the group ensues f) The group over­comes dif­fi­culty to become a stronger unit. II) Climax a) Paul and sally get into

Writing is hard.

Sometimes you can spend an entire morn­ing star­ing blankly at a page, unable for force out even the most bare of syl­lables. Try as you might, you can­not find the will to write. Sometimes you feel like quit­ting, other times you do quit. Mostly though, you sit and stare. The blank page is hate­ful, cruel, and

Okay! Writin’ stuff

I have a note­book in my pocket. Ostensibly this is so that if I have a sud­den inspir­a­tion to write, or some ran­dom idea jumps in to my head and I must tell the world about it, I have a place to take notes. I can jot down a bit of an out­line so that the thought or idea doesn’t get lost in

An exercise in descriptive verbiage.

The base roughly one fifth of the total height of the object, and sil­ver in col­our. It has the reflect­ive qual­ity of dull metal and a very slightly rough vis­ible tex­tur­ing. The width of the base is approx­im­ately half again the width of the rest of the object. The edges of the object appear ver­tical, there

This is harder than it looks.

I spent today in an attempt to write all day. I’m peter­ing out now. I wrote pretty stead­ily from 10:00 a.m. to around 2:00 p.m. Then Lindsay and I went to the Dog and Duck Pub for lunch and had greasy bur­gers (A Garden Burger in Lindsay’s case.) that were quite tasty. Then we came home and

Nothing so verbose today.

I’ve star­ted read­ing a book that my Mother/Sister gave me for a gift-giving-occasion at some time in the past called “Seven Steps on the Writer’s Path: The jour­ney from Frustration to Fulfillment” by Nancy Pickard and Lynn Lott [AMZN] It’s really freak­ing good! I should have read it when I first received it. I’m try­ing to take the les­sons

I wrote this yesterday…

I’m sit­ting in my base­ment behind my drum­set, My snare drum is act­ing as a desk, and my throne, an office chair. It’s a pretty good start I’d say, because I’m finally writ­ing. I’ve always wanted to write, but I guess I’ve never really sat down and done it. That was a fool­ish mis­take on my part. I know that

So Here I am.

Happy zom­bie Jesus day! I’m in Golden for the Easter week­end, vis­it­ing fam­ily and gen­er­ally relax­ing. Right now I’m think­ing about pro­cras­tin­at­ing. I’m not act­ively plan­ning on pro­cras­tin­at­ing, I’m thin­ing about the fact that I pro­cras­tin­ate. This is prob­ably due in part to my desire to do things cor­rectly the first time. My excuse is that I’m