The Taskmaster.

Its easy to get distracted in the morning, and I want to see my writing output increase. Perhaps a new Masterclass will help me put a focus on writing. I want something to help stimulate ny thinking, so I’ll take it where I can get it.

So I am in bed making this post because I love getting a blog post done as early in the morning. Blogging has slowy become my “must do” task. I’ve also proven to myself, I can not only set a task, but keep it.

That’s me, the taskmaster. One task at at time.

Happy creative endeavors.


Some Ham With My Disdain

I’m cranky, moody, and feeling meh. It sucks to feel that lack of positive do good energy that gives me the pep powah to deal with a day filled with negatives.

That said, as I was thinking on stories and characters. I was like, why can’t I have hammy creative moments while I am feeling so disdainful? It ain’t perfection, but I wanna feel better than I do right now.

So nothing needs to be right, perfect, or the bestest thing ever. It needs to speak to me, like it knows I needed a laugh, smile, and smirk. Everything else is everything else.

Happy creative endeavors.

My Cynical Lens

Hello beautiful people. Hope all is well.

Yesterday I invested in character background. My goal was to look at them through a cynical lens. This would force me to not idealize them.

Also yesterday, I was enamored by the the Met Gala theme of camp gashion. For those not in the know, camp is a style that permeates various mediums. It is hard to define, but its about celebrating and mocking with excess, tacky, ironic, tasteless, and outlandish themes.

There’s a lot of twists and turns in the term, but I’ve seen campy shows, films, and now fashions. Not all of it was camp, but I enjoyed watching.

I love camp, and it made a cynical lens hard to focus on. Well, I had a very entertaining interlude.

The cynical lens was to not only help me break my idealization of characters, but wring out some conflicts for the story. I got work to do.

Happy creative endeavors.

The More I Write

The more I learn about writing. The more I understand formatting, and how to shape ideas into sterner, attractive material. I do wanna keep y’alls attention.

I also have to face my instincts, which is to look at sillier ideas, and explore them. Every time I try to write “serious,” or emulate a tone in that vein, I end up falling short. The stories never fulfill me.

I should be writing things I like. So, what do I like to write?

I like silly, funny, laugh out loud moments, weirdness, monsters, imagintive stories. I like kink, irreverence, mischief, lunacy with charm. I also like to tease, mock, parody, satire, and goof off in stories.

I wanna play, have fun, be hammy as all get out, and feel like I can forget a whole day of woes in a story. I like to smash away agony, even if for a short while.

I feel we all can use time to not be bombarded by suffering.

When I write like I want, I don’t think of it as a chore, a labor, or a hard hurdle. Everything seems to fall into place, or I finess it into place.

I do want to be taken seriously, and for some insecure reason, I feel goober material makes me a less serious person and writer. I should quit lying to myself.

Fun is style, tone, and substance. A little dramtic, comedic flair never hurt nobody.

As always, happy creative endeavors.

A Week Off

There’s a theme this week. I had the week off from work, and underestimated how good it felt to rest. I was tired, needed sleep, and wanted to take my days slow. So I did. I wrote along the way, and that’s good.

I also found myself contemplating how to rid myself of negative energy, thoughts, and people. It’s a work in progress.

I find myself needing to cook, plan a dinner, and getting more writing done.

I also happened to live tweet watching Jurassic World. My enthusiasm for the film died on the island as we began the madcap romantic comedy complete with kaiju and evil, backstabbing, rich guy. Very reminiscent of Jurassic Park 2 or 3. I can’t remember. It is the X-Men of dinosaurs.

How can something so promising be so devoid of quality and content?

I digress. I had fun with the tweets. Sarcasm in 100% full effect.

As always, happy creative endeavors.

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.

What Day Is It?

Ok, I was disoriented this morning. I had to check my calendar to figure out the day. I popped up early with a particular story theme in mind. Reached for pen and paper to write it down.

Misplaced my pen, so I opened writing app on my phone and typed it out. Hadn’t looked at it since, but I need to. Hopefully it’s not a bunch of garble.

Happy creative endeavors.