As in…
“Discovering I am the only person in the office who knows what Bukkake is makes me feel like I found a carbuncle on my soul. I spend too much time on the internet.”
Your Word of the Week…
I would love to see this word make a comeback, and move closer towards its original meaning…
“When she was brought before Adam, Virago was the name he gave to her; Therefore she is called Virago, For she was made out of the man.”
Thanks Wikipedia!
Reality check…
A works in progress list.
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1. An epic love story, where a young man is haunted by the ghost of the only woman he ever loved. He resolves to go to The Land of the Dead to bring her back alive. He encounters a panoply of creatures, deities, and demons who are at war for control of The Land of the Dead. Adventure ensues.Disposition: 50,000 words of research and rough draft.
Status: Shelved. I’m not able to give this the time and energy that it needs. A classic example of my reach exceeding my grasp. Yet, I spent most of last year working on it, so bits and pieces may find their way into other work. Waste not, want not…and other clichés.
2. Son, Chapter 2. The continuing story of Del, Nightrain, Mountain and John Burrey as their paths converge towards a conflict that will determine who controls the future of Denver’s Five Points.
Disposition: 3,000 words, approximately 70% rough draft, and excellent art work to go with it.
Status: Fallow. I’ve neglected this for too long.
3. A Second Burn Sizzle Bleed Book. Five people tell their stories of falling in and out of each other’s beds, and sometimes falling in love. Maybe.
Disposition: 2,000 words, mostly character sketches.
Status: Ready and waiting. I thought I was done with these characters. Apparently, I’ve got a few more things to say.
4. A Second John Burrey book. John investigates the death of a childhood friend, and takes in the dog she left behind.
Disposition: 2,000 words.
Status: In progress.
5. Spec Horror Script. Two characters and a mythological monster. There’s more but I don’t want to ruin the surprise.
Disposition: Unwritten.
Status: Just an idea that won’t let me go.
Clearly, I have too many things to do, and not enough time to do them. It took me three days just to write this post.
1,500 days…
By my reckoning, I need 1,500 days of committed writing before I can accomplish something I can recognize as having real value. Roughly five years. It will be a few years before I will be able to string together a multiplicity of those days. Until then, I just have gnaw off chunks of days when I can. And I will.
He sums it up nicely though, doesn't he…
Granted, I’m not the best grammarian, and this is not a defense of poor language skills, but… I have always believed that language is a living thing. It’s at its best when set loose from the confines and strictures of rules and allowed to roam in playful anarchy. Just sayin’.