Okay, over my weekly hump and finished up the draft of the zombie thing which turned out better than I thought it would. Gotta add about 1000 words to it, I think, but over all it's just fine. Now, to find someone to pay me money for this thang.
Also, got to work on the sci-fi horror one which I think is coming along well. The key to that one will to not give away the thing until much later in the story. This one I feel like can only really go on about 3000 words, but that's alright. Like most sci-fi, it's just a Power-Point presentation dressed up with imagery around the edges. Would be fund to find a way to do that sort of genre writing better, though.
What am I saying? It's all genre writing anyway. Lit is as much a genre as Romance, these days. Once the genre stuff became the norm, Lit had to play catch up and now anything with heartfelt but still fairly depressing themes is Lit. Or, anything by the guys at McSweeney's, which is too bad. I don't think most of them do anything other than ape the past. Oh well, I'd take a check if they offered me one, so who am I criticize, right?
Latest story to be accepted by a site that don't pay, but that's okay for the present: New Haven Case.
Happy Halloween folks. Even if by folks what I mean is , Happy Halloween Dave, the only guy who reads this and not very often at that....
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
Due to a lack of ideas, I am uninterested in writing this today. Cold, rainy, and the Fall, so all motivation is leaving my body. Have no desire whatsoever to type, only to click on random links on the internet and waste time. Or, read. And if I'm reading I'm not writing so that's a waste of my time in general.
I suppose I could do some research type reading, but not motivated to do that either.
Currently reading: On the Road, The Western Lands, Tornado Alley, Eve's Rib and A Perfect Spy. Mad rush to the finish line for these books and general waste of time if I spend too long reading them.
I suppose I could do some research type reading, but not motivated to do that either.
Currently reading: On the Road, The Western Lands, Tornado Alley, Eve's Rib and A Perfect Spy. Mad rush to the finish line for these books and general waste of time if I spend too long reading them.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
A Great Idea
Hopefully this won't turn out to be yet another lousy idea that goes south fast: due to no realistic way to preserve life on long-distance space travel, technology is developed to contain the spirits of the dead crew members on the space craft for journeys that take thousands of years. The ghosts of the crew carry on with the mission, trapped in the cell of the space craft and communicate with the Earth or whoever is funding the mission. Not unlike a computer program, the parameters and the characters never change and there is some consistency to the mission.
I like the idea. Seems fun, if nothing else. How to execute, though, the eternal dreaded question.
Got another 500 words on the zombie story yesterday but I was being less than productive yesterday, so it wasn't working out. God, I hate non-productive days. You tailspin all day and try and think of ways to make it work, but nothing short of slogging through it all gets you anywhere. Horrible experience.
Heard some woman on TV today say that she'd fight the H1N1 virus by eating vitamin C and staying positive. Good plan, leaves more for the rest of us. At least she'll go to her grave with rosy cheeks and orange-flavoured breath.
started re-reading On The Road yesterday and it's more fun now that I know all the stories behind Kerouac's random statements. However, you begin to realize that Kerouac really didn't write so much as he diaried his life. That gets boring because us people is real boring-like most of the time.
Image of Trish Konelsky crying loudly in the street after seeing Ed Norton give a kid a curby in some movie in the dark, shadowy past. Also, a parking garage stands out to me, towering next to us in the ever-freezing Calgary night.
I like the idea. Seems fun, if nothing else. How to execute, though, the eternal dreaded question.
Got another 500 words on the zombie story yesterday but I was being less than productive yesterday, so it wasn't working out. God, I hate non-productive days. You tailspin all day and try and think of ways to make it work, but nothing short of slogging through it all gets you anywhere. Horrible experience.
Heard some woman on TV today say that she'd fight the H1N1 virus by eating vitamin C and staying positive. Good plan, leaves more for the rest of us. At least she'll go to her grave with rosy cheeks and orange-flavoured breath.
started re-reading On The Road yesterday and it's more fun now that I know all the stories behind Kerouac's random statements. However, you begin to realize that Kerouac really didn't write so much as he diaried his life. That gets boring because us people is real boring-like most of the time.
Image of Trish Konelsky crying loudly in the street after seeing Ed Norton give a kid a curby in some movie in the dark, shadowy past. Also, a parking garage stands out to me, towering next to us in the ever-freezing Calgary night.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Procrastinatin
Got a good 2000 or so words yesterday on the zombie short story and it's coming out all Robert Aickman-like, which is just fine with me. That's kind of how I planned it, but you just never know what's going to happen. Like they say, some stories just write themselves.
Experimenting with making lamb stew in a crock pot. Just trying to fulfill my house wifely duties here. Looks good, but we'll have to wait and see. I might bee running out for pizza at dinner time if I blow this one.
Apparently creationism is on the rise in Muslim countries.
Experimenting with making lamb stew in a crock pot. Just trying to fulfill my house wifely duties here. Looks good, but we'll have to wait and see. I might bee running out for pizza at dinner time if I blow this one.
Apparently creationism is on the rise in Muslim countries.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
A link for your pleasures.
A good article here on monsters. I still prefer ghosts and demons and all them characters.
This, the First Entry
So, I have decided to become a blogger. Enter the 21st century. Had to be done, I guess. Now, let's see me keep this up.
Have to get the story for Zombie Chronicles done, except I generally hate zombie stuff and have never even read a story with a zombie in it. I don't mind the movies, but they are mostly like comedies, anyway. No wonder there are so many zombie comedies these days. Idea was fairly stupid in the first place. Maybe I can find a better way to do it.
The old woman, his aunt, a secret zombie, pretends to have a mental condition where she doesn't like to be touched, but the guys falls in love with her and tries to seduce her. She sustains herself on opium from the poppies she grows in her garden out back. Lives alone. Doesn't eat. Zombies don't get hungry and food only leads to the inevitable rush to the bathroom. Can't imagine the living dead on the toilet, so opium tea will have to suffice.
Saw a zombie on TV this morning, in fact. Or, at least, a mental zombie: Susanne Sommers and her insane dedication to leading thousands of flakes to early deaths by cancer or some other dreaded equivalent. disease. If she dies early of cancer I imagine book sales will sag...
I love when people try and talk to you about living more naturally. As if they are not part of the planet, os something. Natural means you are part of the planet, doing what things on the planet do. Is there some race of superior beings killing themselves with booze, cigarettes and fatty foods that I don't know about? All your dumb bad habits are natural. You ain't some kinda alien, you're human, as natural as cyanide and cancer and bees.
Ever notice how bees are lazy and fly around like a frat boy sways down the street on an average Friday night? Because they are drunk off their asses on apple and pear booze sucked from the rotting things as they lay on the ground below the tree. September is Mardi Gras for all bees everywhere. Then they go and sting you and die from it. Evolved suicide to save the hive, or drunk driving leading to death, if you will. Guess what? That's natural.
Well, I should be creating some zombie story or at least work on the novels. Got no time to spare after Oliver gets back to me on the book, I suppose.
In other news, currently reading the following: Tornado Alley, Burroughs; The Western Land, Burroughs; Extraterrestrial Sex Fetish, Keith who prefers to be called Supervert; A Perfect Spy, Le Carre; Eve's Rib, Poole, which is a great book about the biological differences between male and female bodies. It's a mad race to the finish, since I feel like I barely read anymore now that work is always staring me in the face and eching the sound of the keyboard down lonely hallways.
Have to get the story for Zombie Chronicles done, except I generally hate zombie stuff and have never even read a story with a zombie in it. I don't mind the movies, but they are mostly like comedies, anyway. No wonder there are so many zombie comedies these days. Idea was fairly stupid in the first place. Maybe I can find a better way to do it.
The old woman, his aunt, a secret zombie, pretends to have a mental condition where she doesn't like to be touched, but the guys falls in love with her and tries to seduce her. She sustains herself on opium from the poppies she grows in her garden out back. Lives alone. Doesn't eat. Zombies don't get hungry and food only leads to the inevitable rush to the bathroom. Can't imagine the living dead on the toilet, so opium tea will have to suffice.
Saw a zombie on TV this morning, in fact. Or, at least, a mental zombie: Susanne Sommers and her insane dedication to leading thousands of flakes to early deaths by cancer or some other dreaded equivalent. disease. If she dies early of cancer I imagine book sales will sag...
I love when people try and talk to you about living more naturally. As if they are not part of the planet, os something. Natural means you are part of the planet, doing what things on the planet do. Is there some race of superior beings killing themselves with booze, cigarettes and fatty foods that I don't know about? All your dumb bad habits are natural. You ain't some kinda alien, you're human, as natural as cyanide and cancer and bees.
Ever notice how bees are lazy and fly around like a frat boy sways down the street on an average Friday night? Because they are drunk off their asses on apple and pear booze sucked from the rotting things as they lay on the ground below the tree. September is Mardi Gras for all bees everywhere. Then they go and sting you and die from it. Evolved suicide to save the hive, or drunk driving leading to death, if you will. Guess what? That's natural.
Well, I should be creating some zombie story or at least work on the novels. Got no time to spare after Oliver gets back to me on the book, I suppose.
In other news, currently reading the following: Tornado Alley, Burroughs; The Western Land, Burroughs; Extraterrestrial Sex Fetish, Keith who prefers to be called Supervert; A Perfect Spy, Le Carre; Eve's Rib, Poole, which is a great book about the biological differences between male and female bodies. It's a mad race to the finish, since I feel like I barely read anymore now that work is always staring me in the face and eching the sound of the keyboard down lonely hallways.
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