Aloha.
This one is a bit strange even by my standards and perhaps my most ambiguous (or ... is it?).
Leon de Normandy
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Fools can be Kings
A short one this time. I'm liable to do a lot of short ones this year, both because of the accelerated schedule and because I'm busy with school.
This story didn't turn out nearly as experimental as I thought it would at first. In fact, it ended up pretty straightforward. The connection to the lyrics may seem tenuous or nonexistent, but it was inspired by it.
A Notebook Found in the Street
This story didn't turn out nearly as experimental as I thought it would at first. In fact, it ended up pretty straightforward. The connection to the lyrics may seem tenuous or nonexistent, but it was inspired by it.
A Notebook Found in the Street
Saturday, January 31, 2009
2008 Archives
"A stitch in time saves nine."
"Stealing Signs" by J.
"A Metaphysics Lesson" by Robby
"Stitches" by René
"Beware the ides of March."
"Owl-Stretching Time" by J.
"Roland's Fortune" by Robby
"Kalends" by René
"Untitled" by Brandon
"Birds of a feather flock together."
"Background Noise" (short story version) by Robby
"Background Noise" (one-act play version) by Robby
"Robins" by René
"Out into the Cool of the Evening" by J.
"Curiosity killed the cat."
Mulligan
"He who laughs last, laughs best."
"Back in Town" by Robby
"Two wrongs don't make a right."
Mulligan
Friday, October 31, 2008
He who laughs last
Hey, it's that story I totally post every two months without fail. That one.
It's much darker than anything I've published on here before, but darkness is actually my usual output.
Back in Town
It's much darker than anything I've published on here before, but darkness is actually my usual output.
Back in Town
Jokers
After coming up with essentially 3 story seeds, I decided it was within my ability to actually finish this one. It's goofy fun, for everyone (everyone over the age of 17).
I give you, "Jokers."
I give you, "Jokers."
Monday, September 1, 2008
Why no story?
I didn't write a story this time. It's clearly getting harder for all of us to stay on top of our self-imposed deadlines. I think this is due to two reasons.
First, the novelty of the project has worn off. We're over halfway through, and we're trudging towards the end. It's no longer a fresh new idea, but an old one that we may be a bit tired of by now. It didn't make writing a habit for us, unfortunately; it remained a chore.
That brings me to my second point- we're not writers. By that, I mean we don't write on a regular basis. As much as I've wanted to, and as much as I've tried, I've never written on a set schedule. "Writer" is a profession- it's what they do. Plumbers fix pipes almost every day. Singers sing almost every day. And writers write almost every day. That doesn't mean that writing should be easy for the writer, even though words seem to flow like lava from an erupting volcano from the pens of such folks as Stephen King and the late Isaac Asimov. No, writing is a job, and like all jobs it's sometimes pleasant and sometimes unpleasant. If you only write when it's pleasant for you, then it's nothing more than a lark, not a job, and you'd be better off writing a diary than stories for other eyes. To be a writer you have to write, day or night, rain or shine, fun or not. And that's what I've not been doing. So I don't know about my fellow participants in this project, but I'm going to try to change my approach, go at this thing with renewed vigor, and finish strong.
But yeah, I missed this one.
First, the novelty of the project has worn off. We're over halfway through, and we're trudging towards the end. It's no longer a fresh new idea, but an old one that we may be a bit tired of by now. It didn't make writing a habit for us, unfortunately; it remained a chore.
That brings me to my second point- we're not writers. By that, I mean we don't write on a regular basis. As much as I've wanted to, and as much as I've tried, I've never written on a set schedule. "Writer" is a profession- it's what they do. Plumbers fix pipes almost every day. Singers sing almost every day. And writers write almost every day. That doesn't mean that writing should be easy for the writer, even though words seem to flow like lava from an erupting volcano from the pens of such folks as Stephen King and the late Isaac Asimov. No, writing is a job, and like all jobs it's sometimes pleasant and sometimes unpleasant. If you only write when it's pleasant for you, then it's nothing more than a lark, not a job, and you'd be better off writing a diary than stories for other eyes. To be a writer you have to write, day or night, rain or shine, fun or not. And that's what I've not been doing. So I don't know about my fellow participants in this project, but I'm going to try to change my approach, go at this thing with renewed vigor, and finish strong.
But yeah, I missed this one.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Fail
A thousand apologies.
Okay, so it's back to normal for me: I missed a deadline. I'd tell you I had a good reason (because I did), but there's no excuse.
I give you what I have. It isn't finished; I might finish during our free week. I may not. I don't like my story very much.
Do with it what you will.
"Out into the Cool of the Evening."
Better luck to the lot of us next time, huh?
Okay, so it's back to normal for me: I missed a deadline. I'd tell you I had a good reason (because I did), but there's no excuse.
I give you what I have. It isn't finished; I might finish during our free week. I may not. I don't like my story very much.
Do with it what you will.
"Out into the Cool of the Evening."
Better luck to the lot of us next time, huh?
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)