Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Nano advice

I found this on my computer today and I thought it would be worth sharing. I jacked it from an article I read, can't remember who the author was, but I agree with their work.


-Sleep at least once a week.

-Eat at least once a day, but not constantly. Don't forget the essential fatty acids (Mom).

-If my fingers freeze from carpal tunnel syndrome, I have ten perfectly good toes, a nose, and quite a few teeth.

-When I'm not happy with how things are going, turn off the screen and keep typing. Don't turn it back on until the crisis is over.

-Don't check my word count more often than every fifteen minutes.

-Dream sequences can eat up a lot of pages, and they shouldn't be logical.

-Short words count just as much as long ones.

-The perfect is the enemy of the fast. The good is the enemy of the fast. The halfway decent is the enemy of the fast.

-When I run out of plot ideas, write about setting and what each character is wearing, in exquisite wordy detail. When I run out of setting and apparel, write about the voice quality of each speaker, speech mannerisms, facial ticks, body language.

-Keep my music loud enough to drown out my thoughts. Thinking is the enemy of speed.

-Remember the infinite-monkey theory: Endless keystrokes will eventually produce Shakespeare or at least words and maybe a story.

-Never edit.

-Never ever go back.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Blessed silence


The never-ending blackness
Flashes of red light
The pounding in my head
The throbbing in my chest
The symphony of voices
The screaming, the laments
The charged air thrumming around me
A negative vortex of emotions constantly pulling me down

Bound in chains to an early grave
Wicked voices chanting one phrase, over and over and over and over
The incessant knocking
Sharp jabs that steal soul fragments
Loosing the will to fight against the pain
Bloody tears shining black
The screaming anguish that momentarily silences the chorus

“Just die!”
Eyes that stare out of the darkness
Judgmental voices render one verdict
“Just die!”
A black canvas painted with red letters
Written in every language, unreadable but understood
“Just die!”

A faint memory of smiling faces
An up surging of hope
A thunderous voice that drowns the light
“Just die!”
Cloth ripped from unseeing eyes
A circle of hooded figures
“Just die!”
Metal chains blocking the door

Bloody fists raised in futile arrogance
Waxen skin wishing for sun
One word muttered with utter conviction
“No.”
A rain of arrows
The cord of strength shatters
An avalanche of cheers

Crimson light washes away
Silence follows
A shaking figure stands
The coliseum falls to the ground
Unsteadily I sway on my feet
“I said, no.” 

Monday, September 12, 2011

It's almost that time again.

November is sneaking back up on me... and I find myself in the position of not knowing if I want to participate in Nanowrimo again. I do, but I am super busy... this sucks.