December 3, 2006

Posted in Uncategorized at 11:56 0 by gillsmoke

Which Sesame Street Muppet’s Dark Secret Are You?

Snuffy’s Suicide AttemptsPoor baby, life is rough for you, huh? No one seems to see you, no one notices your pain–except for your friend Big Bird, but he’s alway off hanging out with his other friends. You wish you were him, all happy and curious and popular and bright yellow. You feel like his shadow anymore, like the only reason you exist is to amuse him. It’s hard being somebody’s imaginary friend. But stop trying to kill yourself–imaginary people can’t kill themselves. Sorry. And hey, maybe tomorrow you’ll feel better! Someday people will see you, I promise.
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RE: Writing

Posted in Uncategorized at 10:24 0 by gillsmoke

This should be another writing prompt post. However, when I sat down late last night to “Little tears of hot wax dripped from the tilted candelabra” all I got out of were notes. Not even a complete paragraph of notes. I stared off into space and did not get inspired. Absoultly no scene presented itself to me.

I’ve been thinking about my writing in a deteched way. Technically weak, with run ons and fragments lots of fragments; Creatively mild, with no meat in the discriptions, and poorly executed action. “Whatever, lots of room for improvement.” Take that, you internal editor you. All of the writing articles I have read recently have said, just keep writing. So I will.

I looked into a couple of writing contests. They all scare me right now because, I don’t know what to write about “that”, my writing sucks, and the deadline is next week. It’s OK that they scare me because they have all been Horror contests. I have also looked into an internet critique circle, that looks like way more comitment than I can handle. Basically, critique other peoples stories until you get enough credit to submit your own, but you have to keep critiquing or your story doesn’t bubble up to the top. I’ll pass on that 12 week project for now.

I started rereading “Getting Things Done”, I did not finish the book the last 2 times I started it. Doesn’t really matter. A student practices, so does a master. I never gave up on “MY” orginization. I have been using my Hipster since I put it together. Its usefullness could be debated, but I never gave up on using it. I frequently get mocked for it. I use it for minor notes at work (a number denoting the job I’m working on down the left side, what needs doneĀ  after that. Basiclly a running Next Actions list divorced from projects). Practice, practice practice, it’ll come.

December 1, 2006

Toasted Cheese Writing Prompt 01122006

Posted in writing, writing prompts at 22:56 0 by gillsmoke

Her note was clear, consice, and final. ‘There is nothing left between us. I’m leaving’.
Thinking aloud, “Oh well, there’s more than one flower under the sun.” then he walked away from his computer to get dressed for work.

You know those silly either or questionaires? Coffe or Tea, White or Wheat. He was always the Dumpee never Dumper and he actually perfered it like that. When a relationship was heading for trouble he headed back into work, sooner or later the other person (there had been a couple of feme guys) would feel abandoned and would either find another person to console them or leave outright. Notes or Fights, either way they always left him not the other way around.

He thought Nicole had another week or two before she gave up. She must of found someone else. He never minded when they found someone else, in fact it made things intresting right before they ended.

It’s when they ask what he does that signals the begining of the end. “Paperwork mostly.” Is the reply that seems to squelch the inquires the most, but the seed has been planted. Cover stories only go so far, and when do you get to put them away? While dating he was always himself. After they ask he finishes or starts his big projects and mostly the paperwork. Po then waits for them to start calling.
Once he told the truth, it was long ago, and like his instructors had warned him the relationship took on meaning and the work suffered and then the relationship became the job and when the detachment came to the relationship it struck a blow to the soul that never grew back. All students try it at one point and all students are shaken. The training is deep and broad, when complete, inescapable. “Doc, it was like I was a robot. I felt nothing for days. I had to get away, come back here to figure it out, What’s happening to me Doc.” “Your training,” was the reply. Hypnotapes, biologic and cybernetic inplants. Trigger them and they take over. Which is why he was a security expert.

Some things to note:
I have not let go of my NaNo Po, aka “Sector 7” was a character I spent a lot of time thinkingĀ  about but never got to that part of my novel. Things are still brewing up there expect to see bits fall out.
I had no response to the prompt. I added to it before and after back and forth until I got going. I am not pleased with what came out, but tell me what you think.
I am going to post responses to writing prompts and exercises if you don’t like it tell me what bothers you so.
I might open another blog for life/work comments, for now expect to see sensless crap, and random life comments.