Bingo! OK I'm in I keep mixing up my passwords. OK I have my presentation on my Urban fantasy writing, mainly...OK, OK wholy having to do with superheroes. Came up with another idea about reformed supervillains that of course is on the back burner along with many other dreamt up story lines. I feel like I cook at a fives star hotel I have so many things on the back burner.
But that isn't bad because when I am tired of one story line or rather when a story is finished I intend on moving on to something else.
Though I have to say I got a taste of my own medicine the other day. I have been reading a series of comic books.... OK first off I'm not a huge comic book fan but " The Mouse Guard " Is really well written. Anyway I have been following the story line and it ended with a great build up. Now the writer is going back to tell the story of a Mouse guard character I really don't care about who died. OK dude he's dead get over it already. The mouse territories is in danger within as well as without .
And that isn't even having to do with the treacherous mice that tried to over throw the mouse guard. I like doing that as a writer. Set up a good story and then go off and let the readers suffer for a while while I tell another story elsewhere. But to be a recipient.
I am so excited to be done with school. Tiime to write. Sorry I didn't write sooner but classes towards the end were crazy. Next time,
Brian.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Overworked and underpaid.
Sorry I haven't done a blog this week till now I have had so much home work I'm not sure I'll get it all done in time. I am so overwhelmed I think this is all I have to write about. Well I am trying to turn in my last creative writing story for my short story book for this semster. Apparently next semester we will be reading on Vietnam. So the stories will be about war which I had planned on doing eventually.
Alambraidria and the Champions will fall and die but I was hoping to cover this much later. However if war is what we're doing I suppose I don't have to polish and publish this till much later.
Alambraidria and the Champions will fall and die but I was hoping to cover this much later. However if war is what we're doing I suppose I don't have to polish and publish this till much later.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
My blog
This is me blogging when I really don't want to. I have had five hours of sleep I stayed up to revieew my new Spanish chapter till 2 am. I didn't do well in class today. However it started out as a good day. I am having to rewrite a story that I did about two years ago about a kid who was coming of age. Now I have to rewrite it. I'm pretty disappointed but I have about two peices that are do soon and the end of the semester is coming up pretty quick. I will do a reading in class tomarrow.
Yes you can recycle your old stories for class, my professor expects excellence when it comes to Science Fiction and Fantasy though. I have won him over though. He is a real Tolkien Fan so I won him over with a poem about Beren and Luthien. Then I felt comfident that once he had accepted that he would except my stuff. Heh. Give the teacher what he asks for and if you can give him what he asks for and use a little subterfuge to get your writing out there, there you go.
He wanted short stories the first about two pages, the second three and so on. He is a minimalist. So I wrote a two page prologue, the first chapter and so on. It isn't going to work and I'm having to do more blurbs from different stories as I didn't read the Syllibus close enough but it was a good effort on my part. LOL! Well till next time, Audios!
Yes you can recycle your old stories for class, my professor expects excellence when it comes to Science Fiction and Fantasy though. I have won him over though. He is a real Tolkien Fan so I won him over with a poem about Beren and Luthien. Then I felt comfident that once he had accepted that he would except my stuff. Heh. Give the teacher what he asks for and if you can give him what he asks for and use a little subterfuge to get your writing out there, there you go.
He wanted short stories the first about two pages, the second three and so on. He is a minimalist. So I wrote a two page prologue, the first chapter and so on. It isn't going to work and I'm having to do more blurbs from different stories as I didn't read the Syllibus close enough but it was a good effort on my part. LOL! Well till next time, Audios!
Friday, April 30, 2010
The Song of Yarselin
First Lady and last Knight of the Order Of the Lion,
Who fought Mordu lord of the Lycanthropes
In The War of the Weeping Lion. 2243BN
Ever the beast flew at Yarselin; ever she sank her blade,
Snapping jaws grasped for flesh,
Her sword plunged and flashed like a diamond splashing red on the dry ground,
She drove Mordu the wolf to the eastern cliff kicking up dust as they went,
Gulls gathered for the feast,
The wolf like a grey cloud seeking to blot out the sun
threw itself at her sun blinding mail.
At death’s stroke sword sang freely
from the hand of Yarselin.
Mordu barked with laughter,
Yarselin balled and rolled as the Mordu lunged,
The wolf vaulted over,
Sprawling its head in quick turn and poised to jump again,
Yarselin snatched up her weapon,
Looking about the wolf at the great multitude of
Silent friends, the Falcon cried in the distance.
The sea wind picked up.
The briny smell of sea whipped up the cliff from below,
A dampness wrapped its fingers around Yarselin the
Golden.
The beast lunged,
Yarselin aimed her sword at the passing shadow,
The beast landed with a howl,
Its thick sinews continued to slide,
Yarselin’s arms raised high, sword stuck fast
and eyes wide.
The lone cry of gull over head,
The deepening, whipping briny wind.
First Lady and last Knight of the Order Of the Lion,
Who fought Mordu lord of the Lycanthropes
In The War of the Weeping Lion. 2243BN
Ever the beast flew at Yarselin; ever she sank her blade,
Snapping jaws grasped for flesh,
Her sword plunged and flashed like a diamond splashing red on the dry ground,
She drove Mordu the wolf to the eastern cliff kicking up dust as they went,
Gulls gathered for the feast,
The wolf like a grey cloud seeking to blot out the sun
threw itself at her sun blinding mail.
At death’s stroke sword sang freely
from the hand of Yarselin.
Mordu barked with laughter,
Yarselin balled and rolled as the Mordu lunged,
The wolf vaulted over,
Sprawling its head in quick turn and poised to jump again,
Yarselin snatched up her weapon,
Looking about the wolf at the great multitude of
Silent friends, the Falcon cried in the distance.
The sea wind picked up.
The briny smell of sea whipped up the cliff from below,
A dampness wrapped its fingers around Yarselin the
Golden.
The beast lunged,
Yarselin aimed her sword at the passing shadow,
The beast landed with a howl,
Its thick sinews continued to slide,
Yarselin’s arms raised high, sword stuck fast
and eyes wide.
The lone cry of gull over head,
The deepening, whipping briny wind.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Golden Dawn
Great the glow of that golden dawn,
The birds sang lightly,
Brightly, note by note,
That golden dawn so long ago.
The birds sang lightly,
Brightly, note by note,
That golden dawn so long ago.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Okay, I'm new on this blogging thing.
I am new on blogging and I'm not really sure how to start but like I tell my ameture film making roommate Don you learn by doing. Let me tell you a bit about Don and his work. When he started out he was working at a rotten job that payed him well enough for him to go to Africa and film Mountian Gorillas at Verengy National Park on the Borders of Uganda.
It was an exceptionally well put together film he did soundtracks, narrative and the whole bit. His friends in Australia who went with him still enjoy the movie and talk about it I hear. Recently he went to Australia where he filmed 52 of the fifty three species of Parrots. He has wildlife organizations knocking on his doors for the film. What's the point?
What Don learned is that you need to have an external mic that wont pick up the whirring sound of the camera that the built in mic that came with the camera does. He also learned that if he had a wind sock he wouldn't have to completely alter the sound track.
This pertains to writing in the sense that writing, like film is a journey. There are no dress rehersals here we jump in and we learn as we go. If there is any advice I could give you or rather suggestions, it is write. Just write, even if you don't do it well. You should have seen my first acting piece, it stunk. Of course I didn't put in the time either but that is another story. You will learn so much by your mistatkes so expect to mess up but keep writing!
It was an exceptionally well put together film he did soundtracks, narrative and the whole bit. His friends in Australia who went with him still enjoy the movie and talk about it I hear. Recently he went to Australia where he filmed 52 of the fifty three species of Parrots. He has wildlife organizations knocking on his doors for the film. What's the point?
What Don learned is that you need to have an external mic that wont pick up the whirring sound of the camera that the built in mic that came with the camera does. He also learned that if he had a wind sock he wouldn't have to completely alter the sound track.
This pertains to writing in the sense that writing, like film is a journey. There are no dress rehersals here we jump in and we learn as we go. If there is any advice I could give you or rather suggestions, it is write. Just write, even if you don't do it well. You should have seen my first acting piece, it stunk. Of course I didn't put in the time either but that is another story. You will learn so much by your mistatkes so expect to mess up but keep writing!
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