This is a basic description of the world. Will be updated as it goes
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
NaNoWriMo 2010: Solomon
Solomon is one of the main antagonists of the book. I don't know how big of a villain he'll be in the first part, though, or even if his name will stick (it probably won't). More will change as I go through it.
Full description after the break.
NaNoWriMo 2010: MacGuffin Mystery Solved
So my story has a MacGuffin.
"Goodwin, you devilish rogue! What is a MacGuffin?"
I'm glad you asked. A MacGuffin is a plot device that drives the plot in fiction. Sometimes it's an object. Sometimes it's a person. Think of the briefcase in Pulp Fiction, the maltese falcon from... The Maltese Falcon, or the Grail from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. The term was popularized by Alfred Hitchcock.
Basically, it's something that characters in a story all try to get. It does something amazing, or something horrible.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
NaNoWriMo 2010 and Current Work
This is a long one, so bear with me.
What is NaNoWriMo 2010? It is a contest. Sort of. It stands for National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to, from November 1st to November 31st, write 50,000 words. Let me spell that out for you. Fifty. Thousand. Words. That's over 1000 a day. Every day. For a month. The Prize? There is no prize. Except for the fact that YOU WROTE A NOVEL. Here's the official website
I tried last year, failing miserably with a paltry 2481 words. I thought I could pull it off by writing off of this idea I had, just making it all up as I went along, following a premise that I hadn't fully worked out yet. It was awful. I made up characters on the fly and I only had a vague outline to work with. On top of that, my outline included a plot line I had not even attempted to flesh out. Needless to say, It was a train wreck of amateurishness. Defeated by my own style of "make it up as you go," I shelved the idea, wanting to get back to it after writing other things.
What is NaNoWriMo 2010? It is a contest. Sort of. It stands for National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to, from November 1st to November 31st, write 50,000 words. Let me spell that out for you. Fifty. Thousand. Words. That's over 1000 a day. Every day. For a month. The Prize? There is no prize. Except for the fact that YOU WROTE A NOVEL. Here's the official website
I tried last year, failing miserably with a paltry 2481 words. I thought I could pull it off by writing off of this idea I had, just making it all up as I went along, following a premise that I hadn't fully worked out yet. It was awful. I made up characters on the fly and I only had a vague outline to work with. On top of that, my outline included a plot line I had not even attempted to flesh out. Needless to say, It was a train wreck of amateurishness. Defeated by my own style of "make it up as you go," I shelved the idea, wanting to get back to it after writing other things.
Monday, June 7, 2010
Bugs
Writing this here so that I can remember it. I want to post more of my ideas online to show that I'm not just sitting around all day watching TV. I mean, I am just doing that, but I also write.
So here's a brief synopsis:
In the future, a man and his partner are caught stealing from a drug lord. He lets them keep the money but has them both injected with microscopic machines that are encased in a slowly dissolving shell in their bloodstream.
In 32 hours, the shells will be fully dissolved, and the machines will become active and begin to eat them from the inside out. To make matters worse, one of them was injected 6 hours earlier than the other and will die in 28 hours. Will they survive, or fall victim to a sadist's game?
(Another idea was to not use robots, but finely ground dust, which would shred them to pieces. I may still go with this idea.)
So here's a brief synopsis:
In the future, a man and his partner are caught stealing from a drug lord. He lets them keep the money but has them both injected with microscopic machines that are encased in a slowly dissolving shell in their bloodstream.
In 32 hours, the shells will be fully dissolved, and the machines will become active and begin to eat them from the inside out. To make matters worse, one of them was injected 6 hours earlier than the other and will die in 28 hours. Will they survive, or fall victim to a sadist's game?
(Another idea was to not use robots, but finely ground dust, which would shred them to pieces. I may still go with this idea.)
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Sleepy Goodwin
Contains foul language, so don't read aloud to your children.
I am burning out at this moment with my education. I don't know what it is with this week, but I am just so tired. I can't seem to get enough sleep. I want to blame that bastard cat of mine, but I can't. I can blame the drinking. I am feeling restless and compressed. It feels like the center of my body is just pulling at my limbs, from my shoulders to my fingers and my waist to my toes, my collar to the top of my head. Elbows, knuckles, knees, neck, all of it just tense. I can't seem to stretch them out. My arms are heavy, and it is hard to hold my head up. Even when I'm not hungover (a rarity nowadays), I'm just exhausted. I am mentally exhausted. I am physically beaten down. I feel like I could fall asleep at any time, but can't seem to do it when it matters. My face is tired. I don't know what I want to do. I just stare out mindlessly in a haze. I have nothing on my mind. It's hard to think. But my mind isn't clear. It's just muddled. It feels like there is a muddy pond behind my eyes.
Even though I'm tired, I also kind of feel revved up, too. I'm like an old truck that has a fast idle. Beaten down, but tense. Anxious. I can't relax, even though I'm exhausted. My hands shake, even though they are weak. My legs twitch, and my feet hurt. I need a massage. I need someone to work my back with their hands while I lie there until I pass out.
I need that damn cat to stop being a jerk in the morning. He has never been this terrible. He won't stay out of things in the room in the morning, and he won't stay out of the room at all. If I throw him out, he'll leave me alone for the most part, but then he'll start howling and scratching at the door in the most obnoxious way. I finally break. I groggily assume that he needs to use the box, so I let him in. Instead, though, he jumps on the bed and lies down as if he's going to sleep. Cool. Alright. I lie down again. Within an hour, he is up and knocking things around on the desk, or smacking the blinds or my feet, or just screwing with one thing that he found that makes an obscene amount of noise. And then I throw his ass out again. And this repeats. Finally, today, I just got up after his howling and when I decided to just stay awake, I open the door and this time he goes to his box. Are you kidding me? Then he leaves. The worst part is if I stay up, I can keep the door closed and sit at my desk going through the internet with no distractions. He won't sit outside the door when I'm awake. That worthless bastard rodent of an animal.
I can't fall asleep at night. I will lie in bed and watch something on the computer, a video review of something, nothing of any real substance. Usually something I've already watched. I will start to feel drowsy, and I feel like I could just close my eyes right when it ends. But that doesn't ever happen. I am at my most sleepy when I crawl over and switch off the monitor and lie back down. And then I just lie there. No sleep comes. I stare at the wall. I stare at the ceiling. I don't feel any less sleepy, it just doesn't happen. I slept better when my wrist was busted two weeks ago. This happens sober as well as drunk. Drunk is usually worse, because I can't seem to get comfortable. It's hot, but cold. What the hell is wrong with me this week? Maybe tonight will be better. I don't have to read tonight (though I should), so maybe this will be the night where I reboot finally. Just defrag and shut down and wake up tomorrow feeling like a million bucks.
I have my doubts.
I am burning out at this moment with my education. I don't know what it is with this week, but I am just so tired. I can't seem to get enough sleep. I want to blame that bastard cat of mine, but I can't. I can blame the drinking. I am feeling restless and compressed. It feels like the center of my body is just pulling at my limbs, from my shoulders to my fingers and my waist to my toes, my collar to the top of my head. Elbows, knuckles, knees, neck, all of it just tense. I can't seem to stretch them out. My arms are heavy, and it is hard to hold my head up. Even when I'm not hungover (a rarity nowadays), I'm just exhausted. I am mentally exhausted. I am physically beaten down. I feel like I could fall asleep at any time, but can't seem to do it when it matters. My face is tired. I don't know what I want to do. I just stare out mindlessly in a haze. I have nothing on my mind. It's hard to think. But my mind isn't clear. It's just muddled. It feels like there is a muddy pond behind my eyes.
Even though I'm tired, I also kind of feel revved up, too. I'm like an old truck that has a fast idle. Beaten down, but tense. Anxious. I can't relax, even though I'm exhausted. My hands shake, even though they are weak. My legs twitch, and my feet hurt. I need a massage. I need someone to work my back with their hands while I lie there until I pass out.
I need that damn cat to stop being a jerk in the morning. He has never been this terrible. He won't stay out of things in the room in the morning, and he won't stay out of the room at all. If I throw him out, he'll leave me alone for the most part, but then he'll start howling and scratching at the door in the most obnoxious way. I finally break. I groggily assume that he needs to use the box, so I let him in. Instead, though, he jumps on the bed and lies down as if he's going to sleep. Cool. Alright. I lie down again. Within an hour, he is up and knocking things around on the desk, or smacking the blinds or my feet, or just screwing with one thing that he found that makes an obscene amount of noise. And then I throw his ass out again. And this repeats. Finally, today, I just got up after his howling and when I decided to just stay awake, I open the door and this time he goes to his box. Are you kidding me? Then he leaves. The worst part is if I stay up, I can keep the door closed and sit at my desk going through the internet with no distractions. He won't sit outside the door when I'm awake. That worthless bastard rodent of an animal.
I can't fall asleep at night. I will lie in bed and watch something on the computer, a video review of something, nothing of any real substance. Usually something I've already watched. I will start to feel drowsy, and I feel like I could just close my eyes right when it ends. But that doesn't ever happen. I am at my most sleepy when I crawl over and switch off the monitor and lie back down. And then I just lie there. No sleep comes. I stare at the wall. I stare at the ceiling. I don't feel any less sleepy, it just doesn't happen. I slept better when my wrist was busted two weeks ago. This happens sober as well as drunk. Drunk is usually worse, because I can't seem to get comfortable. It's hot, but cold. What the hell is wrong with me this week? Maybe tonight will be better. I don't have to read tonight (though I should), so maybe this will be the night where I reboot finally. Just defrag and shut down and wake up tomorrow feeling like a million bucks.
I have my doubts.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
I know I'm not the only one that thinks this is good
I'm taking a quick break from reading for one of my classes to write some stress relief.
It's not exactly a secret that I like junk food. People around me also know that I like bar food (fried things, tiny burgers, etc.). What always has me wondering, though, is how some places haven't pushed the limits to deliciousness that they are so capable of achieving with things off their own menus!
It's not exactly a secret that I like junk food. People around me also know that I like bar food (fried things, tiny burgers, etc.). What always has me wondering, though, is how some places haven't pushed the limits to deliciousness that they are so capable of achieving with things off their own menus!
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