Several days ago, I posted the newest edition of Weekly Shorts, Web Circles and Ulitmate Freedom. I know the title is a little funky but I hard time coming up with titles. Regardless, the person who requested this story asked for Ali- Baba and it to be a hero story. Let’s just say I use the name and Ali-Baba does save the day but I will leave it at that because it is nothing you would ever think of. I don’t know what it is with me but I take a character’s name and turn into noir. In elventh grade, the assignment was Huck Finn, good old boy Huck was transformed from care free boy on the Mississippi River to hardened PI. God I love writing the mystery suspence. This particular story has been picked up all over the web. I have recieved 10-12 trackbacks from splogs and each take a different chunk of the story. Not that I’m liking the splogs all that much but I suppose this story had all the right search words. What the hell do I know, I just wrote a story. Final word count: 1263.
No matter what people ask for somehow someone is either murdered, or killing someone or some kind of crime is committed except for some rare cases. Maybe I just can’t help myself I am a CSI addict well any crime show non fiction or fiction. The demise of people is incredibly fascinating. When I was in college I took intro to psych and I was interested in everything. That’s why some of my people are off their rocker or depraved.
So what is coming up on the agenda? It is supposed to be the non fiction piece about Richard Feynman however I am still researching the man so it will be next week and this week coming will be a love story. Sadly, that is all. You yes you can change all of that. All you have to do it check out Weekly Shorts and leave a comment with a character’s name, gender (human or not) and genre and you will recieve a link for commenting since this a “do follow” blog and when I post the story I will link to your blog again. Everyone wins, I am only asking for a comment and nothing more. If you decided to write or talk about it then that is up to you. Also if you need technorati authority I am apart of that as well. I am looking forward to hearing what you have for me!
There is this war between what I read and what I write. Right now, I am in the middle of reading Mr. Murder by Dean Koontz; a second novel to be read this week. I love his words and how he writes things, describes things. Then I look at my own work and I am lacking depth and imagination. ANYONE can crap out the stories I have been writing. Really anyone can try it for yourself and you will see. All my stories do is quelch my own hunger for creating a story. I can draw when I want to but I have no passion whatsoever in the visual arts. I don’t wake in the middle of the night and have to draw.
I don’t know what I am doing wrong except everything. Night after night I scour the web for writing tips, how to write, you get the idea and after I am done I feel no strike that I know I can’t do this. I can’t write. At least not a story anyway. Blog after blog site after site flash before my eyes, they are better than me, is all I hear myself say.
I know every writer is supposed to be different and I know am nothing like Koontz or King but I would like to be a good me. This site tells me less is more this one tells me tell everything, another one says don’t use the word was, adjectives are useless, adjecttives and adverbs are important. Who the hell knows anymore? All this contradicting advice, if you want to call it that, makes me feel less and less of a writer everyday. I want to throw my hands up in the air and toss my words around me so every peice is scattered in a big mess.
Trying is all I do and now I am sick of trying advice that gets me no where, sick of trying to write stories that are decent. Writing was so much easier when I didn’t read writing type things. As a “writer” I have no idea who I am come to think of it I think many people there have no idea. Frusturating, because I want to be a writer but I think “want” and “abilty” are two different things. Anyone can use the English language properly, any one can construct sentences but there is a difference between usgae of the language and creating something with that language.
I may love words and love to write but the ability, talent just isn’t there.
The previous movie was the first to be made public via the interent however not the first movie I made. I really have no idea why teachers want you to make a movie. Of course, I am not a actress either. Cameras either video or still make feel uncomfortable and I hate my picture being taken. I don’t know what it is but when I make a movie there is always something wacky about it.
When my family and I went to Universal Studios they had this thing where you can pick a scene from a movie and you can star in it. Well my dad, brother and I picked “Star Trek” and I got to be Spock. For some wacky reason, I lost my ear and I don’t know I look really stupid. I believe my mom has the video yet.
In eleventh grade I had to make 2 movies. The one for English was decent because I was the head writer and my part on the movie lasted maybe 2 minutes only because I was the other girl. The one for history not so good. My partner for whatever reason decided to bail on me and then I was left to make the movie myself. The project was about coal. It turned out awful. She was the artist and when she bailed my brother and I drew the pictures. My brother could draw but as you well know I might as well quit well before the pencil lands to the paper. He helped me film it but it was bad and stupid.
Senior year wasn’t better. Somehow I get stuck in a group in health that wants to make a movie for the project. I already know how this is going. I played the mom in that one and my part lasted a minute or so. We did a thing on drug addiction. I took some soda cans and covered the labels and then drove my car to the park down the road from my parents. The lead girl got in the car and laid her head on the horn. Of course, the blaring of the horn caused all the nosy neighbors to watch. And because we didn’t get it right the first time we had to do it a few times. I bet you can imagine how annoying that would have been.
One last adventure in film. In my sophmore year of college, I participated in the talent show only to fill time. I performed a monologue called “The Last Cigarette” I can’t remember who wrote it but I love it. I am standing on stage and the dean of the campus is the front row. I am going along with the monologue and I take my cigarette and light it, by accident. I practised and practised about the fake lighting. I don’t know maybe it was nerves but I really lit it. While trying to stay in character I snuff out the smoke. I didn’t laugh nor did the dean however he winked and smiled a little. Afterwards, this was the highlight of the show and of course caught on tape.
I am really glad you tube was not around during these times or I would be called the “self-imposed jack ass of the internet”. I think I will stick behind the camera. The world is a much better place if I do.
Well I finally made my first movie and uploaded it to youtube. I wrote a little poem about oysters and made some pictures to go along with it. Warning this might make you very hungry for Gulf oysters but before you rush off to the nearest supermarket you might want to check out beoysteraware.com here you will oodles of information about the oyster, signs if you contracted the bacteria, information for those who may be at risk for consuming raw oysters and tasty recipes. I hope you enjoy my little video! And enjoy your oysters!
Lately, I have been feeling this unusual interia in my life. I feel as though I moving forward like a tsunami, constantly gaining speed and ground as I head toward shore. Unfortunately, I have no idea where the story will end and for what reason I have this feeling, I don’t have the slightest idea. To me, it seems like I am overwhelmed but my life as far as I see it hasn’t really changed at all.
I get up do some cleaning, make some food, do all mom stuff, squeeze in some writing and reading but the feeling doesn’t go away just gets stronger. In one way it would be nice to know where this feeling is coming from and why I am expericing this. It drives me almost batty.
The message I recieve from the id is that my life is about to change drastically either for the good or the bad. I don’t want to think about either because if I think about the good that could happen and it doesn’t then I am setting myself up for a large dissappointment. And who really wants to think of the bad? I sure don’t. Of course maybe it is all my head as well.
Anybody else ever feel this way? Was it in your head or retrospectvilly something did happen good or bad? I would love to know.
I think what the docs on Oprah say is true the more deep sleep you have the better you are in the long run. I know when I am nice and cozy in bed and get quality sleep I feel like a million bucks. Lately, not to great among other things my bedding well could have a makeover. I would really like to have one those memory foam beds from bedinabox.com they have 120 day trial period and free shipping in the 48 states. Sounds like a dream come true!
Well I have been seeing this around other blogs and I thought I might try out twitter. The best feature is when I am away and I see elvis I can send a text message to the world.
I set it up the other day for my phone but I haven’t gone anywhere special worth texting about. Who really cares if I am at the grocery store? I don’t even care myself. This will be nice if when I go to parents and there is an accident on I-80 I can send a twitter and they can check my blog. So there are good uses. Plus if I have news I want to share with the world then there I go send a message.
I am not a big flier, in fact it makes me sick to my stomach. I tighten my seat belt incredibly tight and hang onto the arm rests. However, If I had to fly in planes because I need to a do a book tour then I will, they do serve alcohol in the sky. I would look for cheap flights so the boyfriend and my daughter can come along!
I read a lot of blogs everyday. Maybe not as many as others but I read my fair share. An observation of the blogosphere is there seems to be a lot how to be a rich blogger and be a better blogger sites out there. The day I become rich blogger is the day my blog is the only one on the internet. As far as being a better blogging, most of them to say to the same thing over and over again. Many things I have already tried and either they worked or didn’t. Every blog is different. There are some blogs that I visit because I actually like them and even this list is fairly large.
I belong to a whole bunch of these blog networking things and well it is okay. I guess I should be more active in these sites but I am not. Simply I wouldn’t have time for other things. Anymore, me and my blog just really just don’t fit in a group. I don’t have a large following or comment base. So either two things are going on here they have nothing to say or people aren’t reading it.
With all this networking I joined I should be something. I don’t know, I actually feel like I live in my own self created bubble. Maybe I am too arrogant (hey just throwing ideas out there) and believe if I keep doing what I have been doing for the last couple of years the people will come. I will admit they are coming more now but I am not doing anything too different.
Yes, I suppose I can be more active on internet social sites but I am not really a marketing type. Because I am a writer who thought blogging would make me a better writer. When I publish online there just be one person who read whatever I wrote and that satisfies me. When people ask me how I earn a living I proudly say freelance writing, not pro-blogger. Regardless of how many paid posts I write, I am offering a service and getting paid for it. I don’t think those posts as selling internet space but a service.
In my mind when I come to this blog and I look over the main page, I am proud of myself and my writings. Some of the things I write I can’t even believe I wrote it, I shock myself and feel like I can play with the big boys of writing. As of now, I believe I am successful with my blog even it is in my own internet bubble.
