12/05/2010

A Tale of Horror and Tropes

Hey guys.  I thought I would go ahead and show up with an update on my whereabouts which have finally changed drastically for the first time in quite a long while.  I made a rather harrowing journey down further south than I already was.

It all started when I got a call from my friend Zanatoto with an offer to go down to Groveton for a week and earn a little pocket cash as well as work on actually getting a script we’re working on together finished and hopefully off the ground.  I thought ‘a chance to hang out with my friend and further my career and make a little money?  Naw.  I have a lot of lounging about the house to accomplish.’  But he was insistent and thus I jumped into his car the moment he showed up, and we were off!  Right after our ‘quick’ stopby Movie Trading Co. to see if we couldn’t pick out a few choice games of a questionable quality.  We succeeded.  He got 3 Ninjas Kick Back, some Mickey Mouse game about a circus, and Radical Rex.  Radical Rex is a game where you play a fire breathing T-Rex who gets to skateboard every now and then.

Then I got a call.  I was then reminded that I had in fact forgotten to give the keys to the Blue Goose back to my family.  So we made a quick turn around to give the keys back.  But then.  Then we were off!  Off on our journey to the south.  To the wonders of Groveton.  Right after we stopped for gas.  But then, then we would be off.  And so it was that we departed this place for one of a more promising time.  We began to discuss at length all the things which would bring our characters to life in this movie.  We spoke of backstory and how the Satanic Cult should be imaged after Jehovah’s Witnesses (apologies to Satanists everywhere.) and how exactly we could get a protagonist to be likable and at the same time providing a proper instruction video for pedosexuals everywhere.  (After all we are hoping to use Amazon for distribution)

That’s when we realized that we had missed our exit.  We were heading deeper into Dallas and possibly out of Dallas.  But we were then trying to ascertain what references if any that we could/should make to anime in our film.  So we called up a couple of our friends  The Duelist and Caius.  We figured we’d have to call them separately in order to talk to both of them but they were together seeing as they read our minds and were naturally eager to do our bidding.  We were given countless different Anime tropes to use some of which we knew about and some of which we recognized after they were mentioned.  And there were those that I still don’t understand.

But miraculously after having been lost for some time in the maze of Dallas Texas we made our way to southbound 45 and we were truly on our way this time.  It all went smoothly.  Like a glass of curdled milk.  Zanatoto and I both smoke so we were able to smoke in his car the whole way down.  I believed this to be a wonderful thing and I enjoyed this opportunity.

But not for long.  It seemed as though every single time I went to put out my cigarette something went horribly awry with the seemingly simple prospect.  In one case the cigarette (still burning mind you) got thrown by the wind all the way into the back seat.  I was scrambling to find it before anything bad happened.  And of course it had rolled to the very back.  I used all of my concentration and effort to stretch far enough to reach it.  I succeeded.  I almost burned my fingers off.  But I succeeded.  Then there was the time when the cherry of the cigarette was knocked out and onto my neck.  Thankfully after a quick yelp it was gone.  Right into my seat.  I managed to put it out by way of smashing it out with my cup.  Genius!  You surely must say.  I tell you though that it was not.  My cup was made of Styrofoam.  I realized this after it was too late.  Thankfully though it did not manage to burn all the way through.

Then as if my failures with the disposal of my cancer stick refuse were not enough we wound up next to a truck that was just staying right next to us.  Normally this wouldn’t be a big deal but he was right about in the blindspot so Zanatoto sped up to alleviate this problem.  The truck sped up and matched us.  Things were now starting to look a little less like an unfortunate circumstance and more like a bad horror film.  Mind you we are in the middle of East Texas now and we are surrounded by trees.  There are precious few other vehicles about.  That’s when we realized that one of them might not be too precious after all.  Zanatoto went to slow down but there was another vehicle right behind us not letting us do so.  And what little deceleration we did manage was matched by the truck.  I do believe that banjos began to play inside my head.  Thankfully Zanatoto managed to put on a massive burst of speed and get in front of the Truck before he could even consider matching it.  Shortly there after both vehicles in question passed taking my banjo track with them.

That was not to be the end of our perils of the night though.  Oh no.  Our journey had just begun.  Well alright fine it was almost over but seriously that does not fit with the proper foreboding that I wanted right there.  The next peril though was more dire still.  As we drove along we came upon a trailer.  I say a trailer not in the sense of one you might find in a trailer park but rather one that you attach to your truck and fill with many assorted things that must absolutely all be moved at the same time.  Now you say why would you not specify that you saw a truck with a trailer attached to it?  The reason for that is simple.  We couldn’t see it.

The trailer being dragged rather woefully behind it was so loaded down with boxes and assorted crap that it was impossible to see what it was that was pulling it.  What we could see though was that it was weaving in and out of the lanes.  I don’t get the feeling that it was in a good natured ‘I pay taxes on both sides of the road so I’ll use em as I please’ sort of weave.  No this was definitively a ‘Not a drop ociffer’ kind of way.  It took us many moments of debating and bracing ourselves before we could manage to pass him on what we determined to be his outbound weaves.  Luckily Zanatoto plays a lot of plat forming games so we made it by unscathed.

Which reminds me.  I will be guest starring on several of Zanatoto’s Let’s Play videos on YouTube.  We’ve already filmed one and I will provide a link for it whenever it gets uploaded.  But for now that is all.  I’d like to give a great big thanks to all the people who contributed to our adventure.  Caius, and The Duelist, but not the stalker trucks nor the cocktail trailer.  Until next time,  Later Days.

UPDATE:  The first installment in the series of ZeNatoto's Let's Play series has been uploaded.  It's Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.  Check it out.  Let's Play!

12/01/2010

The Harrowing Tale of My Final Push

The month of November has ended.  There have been a great deal of things said.  Even more things that have been done.  Most of all though many things have been written.  I speak of course of NaNoWriMo.

Over the course of this last month I have known joy, sorrow, anger, disappointment, jubilation ,  and of course utter insanity.  I began by ultimately writing very very little.  At first I intended to write a Science Fiction/Romantic Comedy Alternate History/Erotic Free For All.  This did not fare well.  I was not in the mood to write something serious at all.  It was quite simply not meant to be.  It was not until the now dubbed Evening of Scribbling Recklessly that I was able to get any real writing done.  I had just over 6k when we started and that was from the entirety up to that point of the month which I believe was almost halfway through.

Then during a word war that night I had a thought.  This thought though it was simple and seemingly inconspicuous changed everything.  In the middle of the word war I looked up and stated out loud ‘I should write a religion’.  So I did.  Right then and there I began to write a religion which did in turn transform into an entire story focused upon the people of this religion and how it is that they go about their lives which are fully dependent upon their God who does in fact exist.

Then an Atheist appeared out of the blue because they needed someone to not follow the path.  Otherwise why would they have any problems.  Then a young boy who had not yet come of age discovered lying.  No one had ever lied up until now.  From there on I was writing far more than I had previously but I was still pitifully far behind.

By the time that November 29th had rolled around I had a total of 27,691 words I believe.  I needed 22,309 to make it to the 50k finish line.  It was now that I was truly sensing despair.  I felt that I could not possibly make it all that way in that amount of time.  It was heart breaking.  I had just begun to find my novel and really explore it but now there was no way that I would be able to finish it in time for the elusive purple bar.

That is when I decided to either put up or shut up.  I was either going to throw in the towel right then and there or I would by God and Sonny Jesus make it past that 50k finish line.  So upon the day of the 29th I wrote a total of 11,045 words.  Almost half of what I needed.  I would have written more but I had accidentally fallen asleep not once but twice.  My resolve was there but my body had decided that it did not feel like showing up.  Most of those words had been written during the afternoon right before midnight.

Because of this I did not have any sleep between the 29th and the 30th but rather I continued on throughout the night having no sleep to comfort me.  It was alright though.  I had my fellow NaNoers to comfort me and or threaten me whatever was necessary.  I also had my soda and energy drinks.  This caused me to be in a hyperactive state for much of this time.  Then as the night wore on I realized with great sadness that my fellow NaNoWriMo Tweeps were all leaving me.  Then there was only one left @vampiresmitten.  She remained with me the longest that night.  Partially due to her own word count needs and partially due to her inability to admit that Harry Potter is in fact Emo.

Then it reached 5am and she too left me.  I was alone.  I was hyper.  The sleep I had gotten before the beginning of my great push towards my final goal had not been terribly good sleep and thus my mind had been somewhat weak even from the start.  Now though that I was hyper active and had in fact brought myself over the 40k benchmark things had turned sour.  If ever I needed a break there was no one to talk to.  All I could do is go outside and smoke a cigarette.  But my Nano never left me.  It could not leave me.  Nor could I leave it.  I then began to suffer from an utter lack of attention.  I always believed that more time had passed than actually had.  I would feel that it been a long haul and that I needed a break and I would look at my word count and see that I had only managed perhaps 60 to 100 words.  I became utterly convinced that my word processor was conspiring against me.

I decided that in order to prove this that I would need to conduct a word war to make me stay and write for a specific amount of time and then I could calculate precisely how many words per minute I was getting.  So I went to Twitter and I didn’t even notice that no one was there.  For that was when my challenger appeared.  In the form of me.  I had at this point begun to Tweet myself since no one else would listen.  The Tweets are still out there as proof.  But I had my challenger now.  And we battled fiercely and we tied.  I was somewhat disappointed that I had not managed to put myself in my place but at least he hadn’t either.

This experiment actually proved that my word processor had not in fact chosen to betray me.  I still think that it was just a clever ploy and there was a leak involved but I had no proof to prosecute it with so I moved on.  On through the trials of my long trek towards 50k.  Soon I was in fact lamenting at the creation of my MC  seeing as he was being Emo enough to give Harry Potter a run for his money and title.  Sure some of it was warranted seeing as he had triggered events that lead to his expulsion from his home country and attempted murder but it was not entertaining.  So in order to please him and simultaneously teach him a lesson.  I did this by putting him and his love interest back together.  That was the pleasing part.  I managed to get his love interest out of the country to see him by having her flee with other refugees from an ideological cleansing that had been helped in no small way by his actions.

That was when I lost it and simply needed a direction in which to point myself until I got to 50k.  So I explored the rest of the world until lo and behold at 11:18 AM I achieved the hallowed purple bar.

I was overjoyed and I jumped and skipped.  I may have even frolicked a bit to my embarrassment.  But I had done it.  That is when I fell upon my bead and sailed into unconsciousness despite the energy drinks.  It was during this sleep that I was haunted by a nightmare featuring the number 49,999.  I was distraught but I quickly looked at my computer and knew everything was ok.

So now that all of this is over said and done.  What is it that I want to do?  I want to keep writing.  I don’t want to wait to go back and edit everything.  I want to get back in the thick of things and get it ready for proper consumption.  Obviously my brain has been rewired by this experience.

11/23/2010

The Great Raft proves to be problematic.

I’ve run into a problem.  The religion I started out creating has started to stifle me under the requirements of what the world has.  The Great Raft is the creator of the world.  He’s good at creating but he’s no good at inventing.  That’s why he created man.  Man’s purpose is to invent things for the Great Raft to create.  Man has been unable to create things for himself and thus relies on the Great Raft for everything.  The trouble is how can I diversify the jobs in this world beyond The Village Elders (Who undertake the function of Priests) Higher Ups (who are the officers of Bureaucracy put down by The Great Raft to keep mankind from bothering him too much.) and Teachers (who teach everything not covered by The Village Elders).

I can’t think of exactly what the other jobs would be.  Obviously they need people to operate the  various creations of the Great Raft but I feel that their needs to be something more for them.  They get food from factories that churn out already prepared food.  The cafeteria workers just go into the kitchen and push a button or pull a lever and food is dispensed.  There’s also separate stations where any one who wants food just goes up and does the same thing to get a properly portioned meal or snack depending on where they went.

But what other jobs could their be?  Everyone invents things it’s a part of the church service.  Any ideas on what they could do are welcome.

11/21/2010

Words and Jobs and Conversations and Jobs and Snacks and Jobs and Russia?

The Evening of Scribbling Recklessly was an inordinate amount of fun.  More than that though is that it was remarkably productive and not just in the sense of my word count. (Which by the way I added 3021 words to during that time)  I also met many a new person as well as actually getting to know many of the people I’d met earlier better than before (remembering many of their names this time.).  Due to my nature of always talking to people and even more so due to my penchant to mentioning random things that have almost nothing to do with the conversation I managed to get a job lead for a security job.  Not only that but I also got information on how I can go about getting a job as a copywriter for an ad agency.

It’s a job that I’ve always felt that I would be good at and although a degree certainly means something in the field from what I was told by the source of this information it is ultimately the work and the talent and skill that allows one to get the job.  So I shall be looking to get a portfolio started for that.

Then after the whole thing had drawn to a close there was as usual a plethora of snacks that were unclaimed and needed someone to take them home.  So I made off with the vast majority of the chex mix I had made (it was surprisingly unpopular)  I also made off like a bandit with three different bags of chips (only one of which was opened) some bean dip, crackers, easy cheese, and two gallons of ice cream.  So I get home still on a high from socialization and plenty of sugar and caffeine and what do I find?

I find a Facebook message from a friend with good news for my career (though not the kind of news that calls for immediate celebration) as well as a proposition that would allow me to hang out with him for the first time in a long while as well as make a bit of money to make my unemployment that much easier.

All of this on top of my improved word count and what amounts to me essentially discovering the true nature of my NaNoWriMo.  I’m in a better mood than I’ve been in for a long time.  It also doesn’t hurt that my mind is being blown because I’m seeing a show all about the Beatles Mania specifically in Russia.

9/22/2010

An Unfortunate Truth

Well considering the effort I put into getting people to vote on these polls and this last one only got two votes (one of them being mine) despite waiting two extra days for votes.  So I am discontinuing the votes for my NaNoWriMo this year.  I will still abide by the votes that have been done.  It will be a Sci-Fi Romantic comedy incorporating Military and Alternate history and the relationships will be any and all under the sun.  It will be in the far flung future with a focus on the cretaceous period as well.  And history shall be altered whenever there’s a buyer with enough coin.

I shall come back and post with more and more details on the outline and plot of my NaNoWriMo.

9/13/2010

Poll Three

Alright the results are in. Looks like Sci-Fi and Rom Com are going page in page. The Sci-fi subgenre will be alternate history although the military was so close behind that I'll be using that aspect as well. Rom Com sub genre has gone to Erotic Free For All. It was the only one that had more than one vote.

This week we will be deciding on the era for the book to take place in as well as what the alternate portion of history is or if there's more than one thing.




What time does it take place in?
 
 
 
 
 
What should the change in history?
 
 
 
 
 

9/07/2010

Sorry for the late poll results.  I was wracked with mucus and that I imagine is more than you’re interested in knowing.  We had a tie for the genre between Sci-fi and Romantic comedy.  So this week there will be a tiebreaker vote on the genre plus a vote on the sub-genre.  Plus you can give ideas for the title of the novel.  Keep it short and sweet with a slight sense of apathy.  The suggestions shall be used for next weeks vote.



Genre Tie Breaker

 
Sub-Genre if Sci-fi

             
                 
                 
                 
                 
Sub Genre if Rom Com

             
 
 
 
 

Just comment below with your answer to these and your suggestion for a Title.