I give credit to so many authors out there. Taking on the many personalities of their characters all at once. Talk about being pulled in a million directions at once.
I have a dilemma. I have two completely different stories brewing in my head right now. I feel like I am on a role with my fantasy book, but lately I have also been thinking about my suspense book also. The suspense had been shelved for some time because I felt stuck. Here is the kicker with that one, I don't like the way it was heading when I shelved it and I feel like I should take a step back and re-analyze it. I feel like I am not only trying to keep up with all my characters but now I am being pulled two different ways with the two stories. I would write both but I fear I would mess them up. I'll post more as I go along. Wish me luck.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Inspiration
Writer's, artists, and innovators alike have things that inspire their great works. A muse, a phrase, a painting; it can come from anywhere. It is now my usual time to sit down and finally have time to do some writing. My daughter is in bed, the house is quiet, and I just kissed my wife good night. I am now sitting and listening to the music that seems to inspire me the most when I hear them, but the true inspiration for tonight I would have to credit to my wife. As I wished her sweet dreams, since she could not wish me the same at the time instead she chose to tell me 'go write me a best seller'. Now I don't know if anyone will even be interested in reading any of the stories that I have in my head. Especially since they have to travel from my mind and come out in words in some convoluted form. Even still, having someone telling me that and knowing that she believes in me inspires me the most above anything and makes me keep doing that which I do.
So, here is my message to all of the artisans of the world, whether they be a painter, sculptor, writer, or even in inventor or scientist. I say go, and take that which inspires you every day no matter the source or how big or small and create beautiful things, because I would hate to think of a world without those who are inspired.
So, here is my message to all of the artisans of the world, whether they be a painter, sculptor, writer, or even in inventor or scientist. I say go, and take that which inspires you every day no matter the source or how big or small and create beautiful things, because I would hate to think of a world without those who are inspired.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Character Study
The dark forest grew silent as a hushed stranger moved silently past. The shadows themselves seemed to move with him as he glided through the woods and soon he stood on the edge of a moonlit clearing. Darkness crept slowly inward with every step of this cowled menace. Standing alone in the clearing, he waits with no movement and minutes pass until all silence is broken by his bellowing laughter. A minute later a small hunched figure steps into the clearing.
"Is it finished Marcus," asked the man of the newcomer.
"No, my lord," came the whimpering answer. "We were ambushed, and I was only spared to deliver the message." He cowered as if expecting lightning to strike at his reply, but the tall figure just stood there and then he laughed again.
"Of course," he laughed, "I am sure that you were, especially since only a few men knew what was happening tonight, but now I know exactly who to deal with. No more shall those who oppose me survive once the problem has been dealt with." The man laughed even louder.
Marcus flinched at the laughter and took a step to leave, hoping that this meant that all was well for him. Then, as he turned his back the laughter stopped. He began to run and he heard a peel of thunder and saw a flash of light. The other man silently made his way to where Marcus now lay dead, struck by a sudden bolt of lightning. He looks at the charred body on the ground and then begins to walk away, "No body will stand in my way now. All who oppose me and any that have been shown their mercy shall die." As the stranger glides away, the darkness recedes with him, the forest is lit with moonlight once again, and one more innocent soul is lost forever.
"Is it finished Marcus," asked the man of the newcomer.
"No, my lord," came the whimpering answer. "We were ambushed, and I was only spared to deliver the message." He cowered as if expecting lightning to strike at his reply, but the tall figure just stood there and then he laughed again.
"Of course," he laughed, "I am sure that you were, especially since only a few men knew what was happening tonight, but now I know exactly who to deal with. No more shall those who oppose me survive once the problem has been dealt with." The man laughed even louder.
Marcus flinched at the laughter and took a step to leave, hoping that this meant that all was well for him. Then, as he turned his back the laughter stopped. He began to run and he heard a peel of thunder and saw a flash of light. The other man silently made his way to where Marcus now lay dead, struck by a sudden bolt of lightning. He looks at the charred body on the ground and then begins to walk away, "No body will stand in my way now. All who oppose me and any that have been shown their mercy shall die." As the stranger glides away, the darkness recedes with him, the forest is lit with moonlight once again, and one more innocent soul is lost forever.
Introduction
In today's world we all must turn inside ourselves to discover new or hidden talents, or we must accept those gifts we have and use them to our best ability to survive. This Blog is being started as an exercise for me, to expand my ability to write. I hope those of you that stop in and decide to read my work, enjoy it and give me your opinions to help further my writing skills.
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