For some reason I have this insane urge to create some sort of Wuxia-Victorian Gothic (clothing as well as some of the era elements)-steampunk story/world. I have no idea what that would even look like. I don't even have characters or a story idea. But man I want to make that. I don't even know how you'd go about successfully mashing those together. I am a little strange. :)
Carry on.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I'm in a bad mood.
so this is what came out. I leave you with a snippet.... because I really haven't written very much more and I have no idea what the plot is. But I do think it might be a short story. It's rough, it's raw, it hasn't been edited. Enjoy.
There's something incredibly satisfying about the sound of a man's head crunching into brick wall. It's not just the crunching noise, it's the way it crunches.The particular combination of crunch and smack. It's the jarring reverberation that travels back up my arm from the force of it. You can feel things shifting inside their head. Delightfully broken things. Things that aren't meant to shift. It's usually accompanied by some sort of grunting noise from the head currently being introduced to brick. I blame mom. It's her fault I'm such a violence junky.
Mom was canny old bitch. She knew that all the conflict and aggression inside her was a sword that would never go dull, never get worn down or tamed. After all, it was what she was created out of. Her very presence inflames people, makes them angry and prone to picking fights. And with their life's purpose finally achieved, there wasn't much cause for it all. I think she was tired of being the Incarnation of War for so long. So she settled down and had me --the only possible thing she could do to siphon off all that anger. But the selfish bitch didn't just halve it or something, that could of given us both problems, but probably manageable ones. No, she dumped as much of it as she possibly could into me and shot off to go sip Mai Tai's in fucking Maui. Leaving me with the armor, the sword, the horse and the biggest chip on my shoulder you've ever seen.
There's something incredibly satisfying about the sound of a man's head crunching into brick wall. It's not just the crunching noise, it's the way it crunches.The particular combination of crunch and smack. It's the jarring reverberation that travels back up my arm from the force of it. You can feel things shifting inside their head. Delightfully broken things. Things that aren't meant to shift. It's usually accompanied by some sort of grunting noise from the head currently being introduced to brick. I blame mom. It's her fault I'm such a violence junky.
Mom was canny old bitch. She knew that all the conflict and aggression inside her was a sword that would never go dull, never get worn down or tamed. After all, it was what she was created out of. Her very presence inflames people, makes them angry and prone to picking fights. And with their life's purpose finally achieved, there wasn't much cause for it all. I think she was tired of being the Incarnation of War for so long. So she settled down and had me --the only possible thing she could do to siphon off all that anger. But the selfish bitch didn't just halve it or something, that could of given us both problems, but probably manageable ones. No, she dumped as much of it as she possibly could into me and shot off to go sip Mai Tai's in fucking Maui. Leaving me with the armor, the sword, the horse and the biggest chip on my shoulder you've ever seen.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
On a humorous side note
The title for one of the blogs I follow is "blood donor." My immediate thought was, dear god, your story is bleeding you dry too?! Lol. Of course it's much different when I read the actual post. Guess it just shows where my headspace is.
Grats on a new story idea Lyra! I think you come up with ideas like most people breathe. :)
Grats on a new story idea Lyra! I think you come up with ideas like most people breathe. :)
4 Days
'Til I find out if I made early acceptance. To say that I'm on pins and needles would be an understatement. I'm having a hard time thinking about most everything else. Which is sort of killing my productivity and sleep. Definitely, yea, definitely sleep. I worry too much. This comes as a HUGE surprise to anyone who has been following this blog I know. You're shocked. Now, can we get back to the part where I mentioned that I have no fingernails and the first digit of every finger has been mysteriously chewed off by, er, aliens. Yea.
I will not beg the universe. I will not beg the universe. I will n- *gets down on knees and wrings hands pathetically* PLEEEEEEAAASSSEEEE!
In sadder news. I seriously haven't written anything of note for my story in a month. Jesus. My head does NOT want to go there and I do not know why. I have tried fiddling around with a short story idea that will not leave me alone, but the research I feel like I need keeps dragging it to a standstill. I did finally manage to wring (why yes, it IS the word of the day, how did you guess) about 300-500 words of the opening down so I guess that's something.
I feel like I have a lot on my plate right now and thus very, very stressed. Not that I take the stuff, but I do occasionally have days where it feels like mainlining prozac would be a good thing. Tappety, tappety on the vein! ;p
How y'all doing out there?
I will not beg the universe. I will not beg the universe. I will n- *gets down on knees and wrings hands pathetically* PLEEEEEEAAASSSEEEE!
In sadder news. I seriously haven't written anything of note for my story in a month. Jesus. My head does NOT want to go there and I do not know why. I have tried fiddling around with a short story idea that will not leave me alone, but the research I feel like I need keeps dragging it to a standstill. I did finally manage to wring (why yes, it IS the word of the day, how did you guess) about 300-500 words of the opening down so I guess that's something.
I feel like I have a lot on my plate right now and thus very, very stressed. Not that I take the stuff, but I do occasionally have days where it feels like mainlining prozac would be a good thing. Tappety, tappety on the vein! ;p
How y'all doing out there?