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.
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.
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?
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?
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.
8/31/2010
It's That Time Again
We have only two months until the infamous National Novel Writing Month is upon us. Last year I did some last minute voting allowing you to create a character. The result was most enjoyable. This year with more time for the votes I shall go through a progression of votes to let you all decide on the actual novel.
This shall be the very first vote. Each one will be open for a single week and the answers shall provide the lead in for the next vote. This weeks poll is to decide the primary genre of the novel. Note that it won’t be the only genre present it will simply be the strongest. The guiding force of the novel.
The choices are:
Sci-Fi
Fantasy
Horror
Noir
Psychological Thriller
Romantic Comedy
You can vote here by posting a comment with your vote or you can travel here and post a comment or you can go here and vote using the LJ Poll I'll have set up.
That's it. I can't wait to hear what you have to say but remember you only have until September 7th to get a vote in.
This shall be the very first vote. Each one will be open for a single week and the answers shall provide the lead in for the next vote. This weeks poll is to decide the primary genre of the novel. Note that it won’t be the only genre present it will simply be the strongest. The guiding force of the novel.
The choices are:
Sci-Fi
Fantasy
Horror
Noir
Psychological Thriller
Romantic Comedy
You can vote here by posting a comment with your vote or you can travel here and post a comment or you can go here and vote using the LJ Poll I'll have set up.
That's it. I can't wait to hear what you have to say but remember you only have until September 7th to get a vote in.
8/12/2010
My Life As It Should Have Been Ch 1.3 The Lovely Rochelle
Now it’s difficult to remember just how Zachariah and I were able to survive those first few weeks there. It didn’t take long before all hope was lost. I think it went somewhere in between the Hawaiian punch bars and the pixie stix houses. Those first weeks were the hardest for Zachariah I do believe. We tried to stay clear of it all, we were good kids. We made it alright until Rochelle. Little Rochelle. She’d been there for a month or two prior because her parents abandoned her to work two jobs. It wasn’t a pretty picture. She was there so much every day that she didn’t stand a chance against the system. She was quickly taken in by one of the smooch dens. I’m sure it looked like compassion at the time, but it wasn’t long before she was handing out kisses to any kid so long as they had the sugar. She certainly had the lips for it though. She made a killing but then she turned to drink. Kool-Aid left an ever present stain above her lips.
Zachariah didn’t care though, he was smitten. He would scrounge up whatever treats he could find. He never ate them. Just gave em to her so they could have a little more time together. But she was in high demand and he couldn’t afford her prices anymore so he turned to lifting things out of lunchboxes. A juice box here a Twinkie there, every now and then he’d snag an honest to god butter and jelly sandwich. I didn’t see him for ten whole minutes after that. But I knew where he was.
The lovely Rochelle had him. It was a bad situation but I’d seen worse. In fact considering den of sugar we were in it might as well have been a fairy tale. Fairy tales don’t last though. Rochelle fell prey to the cooties. It happens. She worked in a smooch den so the doctors had little sympathy for her seeing as she did nothing but spread the epidemic. There were kids from all over the center laid out on blue mats. The adults never thought anything of it. ‘Naptime’ they called it, no one who was paying attention could possibly call it that. The cooties, though treatable, had no cure.
The doctors had no room for Rochelle. They turned her away like the sugar sweetie she was. Zachariah and I took her back to our place. It wasn’t much, we could barely get by on the commissions I got from my private investigator practice. The only real jobs I could get were small time jealous sweethearts trying to see who was using their squeezes hand to draw a turkey. It managed to give us a little out of the way place though. We laid Rochelle out so she could rest. I don’t believe that Zachariah left her side for even a moment. At least not until Blue showed up.
Ch 1.4 The Rangers
Zachariah didn’t care though, he was smitten. He would scrounge up whatever treats he could find. He never ate them. Just gave em to her so they could have a little more time together. But she was in high demand and he couldn’t afford her prices anymore so he turned to lifting things out of lunchboxes. A juice box here a Twinkie there, every now and then he’d snag an honest to god butter and jelly sandwich. I didn’t see him for ten whole minutes after that. But I knew where he was.
The lovely Rochelle had him. It was a bad situation but I’d seen worse. In fact considering den of sugar we were in it might as well have been a fairy tale. Fairy tales don’t last though. Rochelle fell prey to the cooties. It happens. She worked in a smooch den so the doctors had little sympathy for her seeing as she did nothing but spread the epidemic. There were kids from all over the center laid out on blue mats. The adults never thought anything of it. ‘Naptime’ they called it, no one who was paying attention could possibly call it that. The cooties, though treatable, had no cure.
The doctors had no room for Rochelle. They turned her away like the sugar sweetie she was. Zachariah and I took her back to our place. It wasn’t much, we could barely get by on the commissions I got from my private investigator practice. The only real jobs I could get were small time jealous sweethearts trying to see who was using their squeezes hand to draw a turkey. It managed to give us a little out of the way place though. We laid Rochelle out so she could rest. I don’t believe that Zachariah left her side for even a moment. At least not until Blue showed up.
Ch 1.4 The Rangers
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