Posts tagged ‘Writing’

Where’s my mind???

I had forgotten to post for today. But then again, this easy you know that my blog isn’t run by an algorithm that churns out a post like clockwork, and that my posts are somewhat fresh.

It’s also been a while since I let you know what I’m doing.

I finished writing (and rewriting) that Drama I had envisioned. Going to correct it later and see if it still pleases my inner critic.

Remember the three stages of writing:
1. “This will be great.” While writing
2. “This is my best work ever.” Once done
3. “Holy shit, this is an abomination!” Some time afterwards

Currently I’m doing space/sci-fi again. Scrapped it a few times already and began anew. (When stage 3 hits during stage 1 – dang, where’s my endorphin rush?) But I’m getting there.

Once done, I want to return to the reenvisioned Whose World. Left things off mid crisis.

Finally: As always I am battling the logic impaired, scientific illiterate pond scum of the world: Antivaxxers.

When confronting these vaccine denying, pro-disease, death advocate, unscientific bottom feeders – wear protective gear.
You may be protected by vaccines, but others aren’t, and they might be cultivating shit that either has no vaccine against (yet), or that has mutated.
Be safe.

So much for an update, a late Friday post, and as always, take care


What in all actuality??

Time for a small update for you people out there.

● As you already know, I’ve scrapped “Whose World”, because I believe it to be subpar. Don’t worry, I am rebooting it. Less insanity/abstrusity, more likable stuff, I hope. (This is under way, being written atm, when I am done reading the expanse that is)

● A.C. is still in the pre-planning phase. Another sci-fi story/series that it’s taking its sweet time.

● Shadows of – I don’t know if I can salvage this, or have to reboot it like WW. I stopped when it began to become ludicrous even in my eyes. Salvage would save some 10-20% of what is written already, the test would be thrown out…

● J&E – I am writing a contemporary, romantic, drama? Am I insane? Yes. Yes, I am. πŸ˜› idk if this will ever find its way online HERE, but it has to be written. Soooo…. whatever.

●RoF – my sci-fi series is up and running, hope I won’t forget to do the usual updates until late into the first Wednesday of the month… πŸ˜‰

Hope this little status update satisfies your curiosity, here’s a picture of my playmobil alter ego writing…

Oh dear me…

…I have forgotten to prepare a Friday post. 

Mea culpa. 

Updates: Scrapped portions of Shadows. Going to rewrite that scrapped stuff. One day. Currently writing a new series. Fantasy again. Originally I had wanted to go to space again. But the new sci-fi series has to wait and ripen in my mind. (Too many ideas that need to be incorporated into a single universe, which currently are somewhat incompatible.)

Going to go back to comedy next week. I hope…

Bad news for Christmas. I haven’t got enough for a calendar this year. There’s plenty of stuff out there, mind you, but I haven’t got the time to find it all and write about it. Instead I will do the four Advent Sundays. 

Take care, A.


(For lack of a better title)

As you may or may not be aware, I am at odds with my inner demons.
But, I have come here with this picture to let you all know, that I am working on stories. I’m writing, okay?

Won’t win me any awards, but I am out here slaving away for you guys.

It saddens me to say, that I probably won’t be able to make a full-fledged Christmas Calendar this year. If that turns out to be the case, there’ll be five Christmas posts. One per week leading up to the big date, and one for X-Mas itself.

You’ll see when the time comes.

Until such time, I’ll be over here writing, you’ll be able to read my stuff, and hopefully I’ll be able to spam you with Friday stuff.

In case anyone wondered what happened to Whose World – I scrapped it. (Because it’s garbage) If and when I’ll bring it back (all new stuff), I’ll let you know.

Take care, A.

Waiting for…

…what exactly?

Day in, day out.
Wake-up, coffee, commute, work, more coffee, lunch, nore work, commute, housework, shower, sleep.
Day in, day out.
Dreaming, reading, writing, thinking, posting, arguing, thinking more, feeling, talking, listening, panicking, thinking again, calming and copious amounts of music.
Day in, day out.
It feels like waiting. Passing time.
There was this hunger in the Gordian knot inside my mind: Some more food, and it will become undone. Another coffee and it will become all clear. One more frak and it will become as easy as pie.
Day in. Day out.
One more day.
Day in. Day out.
It will go away.
Day in.
Day out.
Day in.
Day out.
Day in.
Day out.

It won’t.

I know that it won’t. I am fighting against my own procrastination. Against this way of thinking.
If any of you folks out there are as much escapism experts (and talents) as me, or even more so: See the pattern. Fight it. Let’s get outta here!

Our time’s ticking.

War Journal – 2-3-4 Bane-War-Aftermath (ep10)

“May I ask just one question, other than to send me home somehow?” still left speechless over the ignorance they were left in Cylus just nodded. “You had a spying eye out in the world all the while. You must’ve known of the orb, later revealed as the fiery eye of the crystal serpent, the location of a glass root, or roots, in the world and the honey from the sandtree nectar. Why then didn’t you take action?” shamed to silence Cylus glanced over to Myranda. “We can’t see all little serpent, we see actions, people, stirrs in the currents of destiny. But to distinguish the orb from the eye, or the roots from lighting tracks when they lie idle in the sand, is beyond our,” she mused a moment, “eye in the world, as you put it.” Disliking the tone Myranda chose to speak with her Fathala had to restrain herself not to reply in kind. “How unfortunate. Especially since it would have improved the chances of banning the Sphinxes, having the powers of Dorei at our side.””Please!” Cylus voice boomed across the clearing, twigs trembling from his thunderous voice. “We can’t start fighting amongst ourselves now.” he knew Myranda would dislike him including Fathala and Lilly on their side. To a small degree it was intent that had guided his tongue. “These tidings you brought to us are important, and we are grateful that you brought them to our attention.” he continued in a much calmer and gentler tone. “Where might one find the bane?” “Stillwater sea.”Pines swayed in a strong wind, gusts foretelling of an approaching thunderstorm, blackened skies spelling the same prophecy. Two weeks had passed since Fathala and Lilly had departed from the thorn hills with Cylus and Myranda. Others in the robes of the shadow binders had joined them, as well as a few people in boiled leather, like Garlon. From time to time a group of people attached themselves to them, all in cloth, simple folk like farmers, herds and hunters. Avoiding any villages they encountered, these groups came and went, coming from these settlements, going to them. If we are to returm to the sweetwater sea to find the bane, we should travel there here, then switch over. Making the journey in times of war, across oceans and lands, is a bit dangerous. Fathala dared not voice her doubts to Cylus, he and his had the power or at least the knowledge to return her home. “Where are we going?” Fathala had asked Cylus upon their departure.”Orchara shipyard.” Taking ships across dry saltflats isn’t going to do us any good.Beyond the swaying pines a town of stone hugged the shore of a natural harbor. Giant ramps to equally giant structures told of the shipyard. Galleys, and other tall and mighty ships were lying around the dry harbor bed, a few masts stood upright in the basins of their construction. “Well, I hope your ships can fly, there canyons out there in the saltflats you couldn’t otherwise cross.” it was Lilly voicing the concerns Fathala harbored as well. Apparently deaf to her words Cylus went on towards the shipyard undeterred. It had been days since Myranda stopped paying the strangers any mind, so turning to her for answers was going to be even less fruitful. As in the pines, the wind roared through the alleys and chimneys of the town, which did not sway with it though. Peopke greeted them, there were differences in the tone of their skin, Fathala was curious how those different shades came to be, but didn’t ask. “That building over there!” Cylus pointed of the buildings in the harbor, just above what the waterline if there had been an ocean. For a moment Cylus, and Myranda as well, seemed disoriented, due to finding themselves in a world that is a mirror image of the one they knew. “What will we find there?” almost afraid of the answer Fathala couldn’t help but ask anyway. To her astonishment it was Myranda who replied.

War Journal – 2-3-4 Bane-War-Aftermath (ep9)

Cylus said, more as an introduction than a genuine question. “We have, although he had given us not his name.” courteous bowing Fathala smiled. “We Doreians are not exactly open to strangers.” Garlon also bowed, but before Cylus and Myranda, rather than the strangers. Without further word he left. “Help yourselves to some food, we are not exactly known for hospitality, if we are known at all.” Cylus sat down near the fire and took one of the birds. As bid by their host the two women sat down near the fire and reached for the food. “I’m sure you.have questions.” Cylus looked at Fathala, gnawing on a leg. Grabbing another one of the roasting birds Myranda sighed loudly. “All our pople are capable of magic, yet we’re not as zealous as the creatures the Coatl have left in the south.” Bats and Owls. I’ve heard the stories. These people know about them as well? “Good thing we all are capable, otherwise our land and all its denizens would still lie idly for the Coatl to destroy.” Cylus added, not turning his gaze from Fathala. “We know of them. We know you’re a sweetwater Naga. We know about most of the tidings in the world. Yet we avoided the world learning about us.” startled Fathala dropped the food in her hand, jumped back a few meters. “Don’t you ever do that again!” she didn’t want anyone entering her mind again. That was Eric’s privilege, and his alone. “Forgive my intrusion.” Cylus indicated a bow, much to Myranda’s dislike. “Until a few years past we kept a close eye on the world, yet, when the signs of return grew, we diverted our attention elsewhere.” he picked up Fathala’s food with his magic, the dirt it had on it fell to the ground as if washed off, while all the spices and fat remained. Slowly it floated towards the Naga, who folded her wings with care to not brush them against the thorns again. In her startled shock she had cut herself in various places. “Effortlessly we worked to finalize our preparations, and then we left.” he spoke looking at Lilly, but was clearly addressing Fathala.”I would much rather want to know where to put you.” Fathala thankfully took the still floating bird. Knowing what she meant to ask Myranda rolled her eyes, while Cylus smiled. “Our ancestry is Doreyah, Albin and Demonic.” confusion on Fathala’s face made his smile broader. “The Doreyah were the ancestors of the people who dwell on the pole, and everywhere else on the world. Humans came from them, as well as Batpeople, Owlpeople, the anchors and some of the Albin blood.”So they had a name for themselves after all.Calmed by answers and food Fathala sat down again. “You are also of demonic origin?” it was Lilly who raised the question that Fathala almost had forgotten. “During the last invasion a group of demons were stranded here, they had lost their powers, some were even dying from the lack of sorcery in the world. The Doreyah and Albin helped them survive, and after the Coatl were successfully banned again these demons vowed not to turn on them. Over time their descendants and the descendants of the Doreyah and Albin mingled and became us.” he left out the hardships that rose from these unions, the wars, the purity laws that once had been raised, but were abolished again after purity became questionable fir either factions. Mere twenty years earlier a group of purity obsessed Dorei had been subdued. Their aims of creating a pure bred Dorei demon were as questionable as they were foolish. “Now, why do you wish to return?” Myranda asked, the annoyance in her voice was apparent, she loathed the outlanders, like most Dorei. “I want to rejoin the fight. The Sphinxes need to be stopped, turned back, or better yet, killed off.” with her teeth, Fathala tore off a piece of flesh from the bird in her hands. “They’re going to follow you here eventually, once they’re done with the rest of the world. Let me be an additional instrument of their downfall, and you can be left in peace.” she mused staring off in the thorny distance. “Useful enough for your likes yet?” Cylus and Myranda exchanged a look. “Why would they follow us here?” whenever Myranda spoke, arrogance swung with her voice. Careful not to enrage the shadowbinder Fathala and Lilly explained he reasons why they thought the Sphinxes would follow the land of Dorei. Satisfied to see his colleague lacking of an answer to the reasoning of the two strangers, Cylus asked how Fathala would want to destroy the threat of the Coatl. “The bane.” she replied, shutting both Myranda and Cylus up for good. “It has been recreated, it was ready, but agents of the Sphinxes stole it. I know where it is.” Or likely is.Seeing the both still lack for words Fathala felt a slight hint of pride. Their inward bound attention these last years has left them ignorant of the tidings of this conflict.