A Thursday

Yesterday was all about dealing with problems and petty people. The petty part was annoyong, however, I had a job to do, and it isnt to manage people’s feelings. That said, the problem was fixable, and needs a little more TLC to prevent it from showing up again. In that, I feel accomplished. Still more work to do.

I would like to develop a better plan for writing. I can and will manage this project. Right now I am looking at my current writing themes and ambitions.

I have a desire to read more escapist fiction. So why not write it? I wish to plan, execute, complete, and attempt.to publish or produce.

A Brother has dreams.

As always, happy creative endeavors.

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The Hustle

It seems like the moment I stopped blooging, my creativity wained. Granted, illness had me on the ropes. I was tired last weekend. Resting was my best option. The only thing I did was place a few random notes down on paper. This has to change.

I also used a “you write like” program, where I took a sample of my writing, and it told me I wrote like Stephanie Meyers. For those not in the know, she wrote the Twilight series. Not my taste in books, stories, or film adaptations.

Well, it could be worse. It could have said E.L. James. Mind you, I don’t hate a writer’s hustle or success, but I’m not a fan of the text.

So here I am, appalled by my own writing. Not stopping my hustle though.

Happy creative endeavors.

The Legend of the Goof

Today I didn’t want to do much. Clearly my indifference has left me a hot mess. As I contemplate creativity, I was wondering if I can write with a funny, silly, goofy tone, and keep it up. This is also an extention of a conversation I had with a friend a qhile ago.

We discussed how we’d write some established characters. She went with more a more strident ideas. Creative and character rich. I went for a more goofy set of ideas. I really didn’t want to take myself too serious. I had my fill of serious.

I wanted to indulge my inner-goober. It made me feel good, I laughed, and it was decidedly different from a lot.of heavier material I was reading and watching at the time.

Her response was for me to keep writing in this tone. Why not embrace writing stories that weren’t always serious-a counter-balance. This rings true, as my blahs blast me. I need keep my creativity flowing.

Also, tonight’s film is The Golden Voyage of Sinbad. Another Harryhausen SFX classic.

As always, happy creative endeavors.

I Thought It Was Friday, but Its Thursday!

True story, woke up all kinds of freaked out. Errands to run, brain overloaded with ideas, and overnight ideas for this new story.

Let’s talk about this real quick. My hero needs a distraction, as he’s sexually frustrated. His solution, an escort. The idea is wanting to be touched, be loved, and wanted dominates his mind.

It’s a moment where a potential episode is about hooking up while everything else is going on.

This is in stark contrast to what I was thinking when I wanted to do a set of goofy-inspired stories. For example: being stuck on the moon, trapped in clouds, crazed witches popping up to hex everyone for the hell of it.

Gotta love a hex-sling witch who essentally is a f*cker. Nothing better to do than to mess with people.

Who knows. Maybe it all works. Maybe it doesn’t. I know I don’t want to be 100% serious all the time, and I need laughs. It makes things better.

Can wanting sex be funny/hilarious? Maybe, and also touching/sweet at the same time.

Petite Post VIII: Love of Mischief

Last night I chatted with a writing friend. It was fun. One of my thoughts was writing stories that tested a hero/main character’s patience against michevious events. I, the writer, am essentially trolling my MC.

To me, the goofier the story, the better it is for me. Part of my goal is to share some humor, since some days are meh, and I want to feel happy in my escapism. I live for mischief in my fiction.

So, I need to focus on this aspect, at least to complete a new projects. See if it works, doesnt work, or something can be pulled from that.

Happy creative endeavors. .

Awkward Family Moments Part 2

They still staring at you like you’re going to produce more food outta your pocket, which they will gladly eat because they want something fresh, not the stale shit that has yet to be cooked, or opened because, why bother with making a meal, right?

So fam is still pissed that I didn’t think of them during my lunch break, buy their meals during that time, go back to work– find a place to store it–that no one will touch it–cause work fam are food thieves–and reclaim it after my shift’s done.

Never mind fam-fam could go and get themselves some food at any time before they see me. More importantly, when they do get food, they make sure I know it’s only just for one person, even when I don’t ask them about it.

There has to be that one fam member so intent on knowing what you had to eat, they rip open your bag, and open the container  to inspect the food for themselves.  And if you walked away, you can best believe a portion was scooped out, regardless of whether you ate off of the meal or not.

By the way, don’t let the meal contain poultry, seafood (shrimp), or beef. Hell, even a salad with the right toppings is in danger of being portioned out.

\Sometimes your meal will be shared with everyone but you, because, “you already had some.”

If I ever hear, “boy, you ate all the bacon off this cobb salad,” ever again it’ll be too soon.

This his how I make a game off this mess. I order the salads with sometimes no toppings. Just iceberg lettuce with olive oil, and salt and pepper.  Eat that, fam.    BBQ wings? I lick the sauce off each piece that goes home.

Yes, it gets a bit freaky in the break room, but that’s between me and HR now. Apparently harassing wings is a thing now, as well as wing sensitivity training.