Well, I'm back in the saddle. Not that I ever fell off, mind you. I just lost the time of day -- a year and a half to be precise -- thanks to school, life, reviewing, writing and yahoo.com. Somehow I managed to lock myself out of my e-mail account for signing in to Blogger, and the password. After several tries all ending in dead ends, today I was finally successful. So, here I am.
This site will be getting a face-lift here soon. The majority of it will stay the same: it will still be used for my writing, musings, rants and whatever the hell else I decide to throw on here. What will be changing: the look, feel and approach.
It will take some time to get everything in the order I want it, but time I've got. For now I'm okay with being back in the saddle.
I awoke to my alarm at 9:30, just like I did every morning. After drinking a cup of coffee and looking at the Sunday paper, I got cleaned up, shaved, donned my army jacket and hopped in the old Chevy. I took out eight hundred from the pretty black girl behind the counter at the Bank & Trust, and made my way downtown to the little private one bush plane airport.
When I walked in, the receptionist – a twenty something broad with an IQ the size of her bust – smiled at me and asked for my name.
“Will Flynn. I was wondering if I could rent one of those planes over there,” I nodded to the window and the plane that was parked in hangar C, “and of course a pilot. Hoping a gentleman named Ned might be around today to take me up.”
The receptionist with the low IQ smiled as her fingers fluttered away on the keyboard. Her gum popped and snapped as she scrunched her face at the computer screen in concentration. “Well, I got some good news and some bad,” she said, mutilating news into noose. Something I wished I had at that point in time.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Ned’s here, but busy.”
“Fine, I’ll wait.” I said, taking a seat twenty feet away, underneath a painting of palm trees on some distant beach, far from southern Iowa. I day dreamed about sitting on that beach, sand between my toes, enveloped in the shade of the palm trees, swinging back and forth between a pair of ‘em, in a hammock. Outside storm clouds were brewing.
When mom had gotten home from work she was still angry about the phone call incident, but didn’t seem to want to talk about it too much. She looked tired, and her clothes were all out of whack, like she had tried dressing herself with one hand in the dark, drunk off her ass.
The drunk off her ass part I could believe.
“Go to bed. Tomorrow you and I are going to go somewhere, and I want you to be as well rested as possible,” she told me, her cold lips kissing me on the forehead. I returned the kiss, only I placed mine on her cheek. It was cold and clammy, and up close I realized that she smelt like dirt and Rosco – my hamster – after I had found him decomposing behind my dresser, a month after he escaped from his cage.
Yeah, it's inappropriate and rude, but I don't care. Nobody reads this blog anyways... If you haven't seen this yet, then I'm in shock, so, without further ado, here it is, courtesy of author Tom Piccirilli who posted it on Facebook, and author Brian Keene, who in-turn posted it on his blog:
For those of you who don't know anything about Poe, you probably won't understand a single thing about this poster. That is why I suggest you do some research. Poe is one of the Godfathers of the Horror genre, and for good reason!
On another note: I know, I know, I never posted a quote for this week, but it's been one hell of a week, so please forgive me this once. As of recently life had veered out of control, and there was a lot of things that I needed to do personally, before things could happen on here again.
Hey all, I just posted a book review for Tom Piccirilli's Shadow Season over on my other blog: Sci-Fi Guys Book Review. So, if you have a minute or three, go check it out. Here's the link:
I know, I know. Yesterday was supposed to be the day for Quote of the Week.
I forgot... big deal. It's not like anyone reads this thing anyway. But, I'll get to that in a moment. First, I have a rather large announcement to make. (Large for me, that is.)
Last week, I had twenty journals due for my Creative Writing class! And because I'm such the procrastinator, I left them to the last minute. Luckily enough I had a lot of topics already written thanks to all of the stories and novels that I have written. Needless to say, the vast majority of these topics were easy for me to write on. I'm not going to lie to you though, there were a few that just stumped me and made me think, (like writing dialogue for a historical figure) and showed me the various weaknesses that I have with my writing.
But there was one that I had a ball with. The goal was to write a short story where your character takes a trip. In the heat of the moment, I banged out five pages double spaced, but stopped myself there (these writing exercises are only meant to be one to two pages double spaced). But there was so much more that I could write on, and so after thinking on it long enough, I've decided that that's just what I'm going to do.
Now, I've shared this with you all, to only add this: I have a new short story, and for once there's actually some meat to it. After arguing with myself for a long while, I've come to the conclusion that I will be posting this short story, tentatively titled I, Will, in a serial type deal, once a week. This will be an adventure for me, seeing as it'll be the first time I've ever done anything like this. So, not everything I post will be final, it'll be riddled with grammatical errors, continuity errors, and any other kind of error I can think of. Not on purpose mind you, but because this will be a work in progress until I truly feel like it's finished.
So, look for the first part of I, Will, some time this week.
Quote of the Week.
Okay, so now that I've gotten that out of the way, I guess it's time for the second Quote of the week. And since Sunday was Valentine's Day, I thought it would only be appropriate to put up a quote about love. So, here's the newest Quote of the Week:
"It's strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling for breath, so the lover must struggle for words." - T. S. Eliot
For my World Literature II class, as part of one of the many choices for papers, I decided to pick a poem: T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land to be precise. Since reading Stephen King's The Dark Tower Series, I've had this fascination with not only Eliot, but King. Both men's work plays a large role in the series -- Roland Deschain the main character of King's series, being named after Browning's Childe Roland, and the third book in the series, The Waste Lands, being named after, of course, T. S. Eliot's epic poem of the same name. So, seeing as I'm doing massive amounts of research on the dude, I decided that a quote by him would be in order and rather appropriate.
Today's post is going to be a two-parter, so bare with me folks....
Quote of the Week.
First things first.
With today being Monday and all, I decided to begin the official work week with one of the new ideas/concepts that I have had floating around in my head for a while. It's nothing special, or new -- there are plenty of other sites that do this, the majority of which do it daily -- but something that I think will be enjoyable for all parties involved. That's why today will feature the first "Quote of the Month," here on The Bloody Pin.
The contents of the quotes that will be featured on this blog will widely vary in range. One week I might quote a politician, the next a philosopher, the next a character from a book, and most definitely authors. If anyone has a quote that they would like to see featured here on the blog, then feel free to e-mail at: kidstaple@yahoo.com, with something to do with quotes in the title of the e-mail, and I promise to look at it, and if I think it's worthy enough, or speaks to me then I'll post it, with credit to you.
For those of you who might not feel like slogging through all the back posts to find the newest quote of the week, don't fret, because you won't! I'll be putting a new box up on the right hand of the screen, which will be where you can find the current quote of the week.
I've been reading a bunch of Truman Capote's stuff recently, and the man has struck me as a genius, so I thought that, even though the banner for this site already has a Capote quote, I'd go ahead and put up another one for the first ever quote of the week. So, without further ado, here it is:
"To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make."
- Truman Capote
(Discuss below in comments.)
Switching Focus.
And lastly...
For the longest time, I've been bouncing around with projects, writing a little bit here, editing a little bit there, mainly focusing my time on two major pieces of work, both of which I intend to someday be novels (fingers crossed): The Coming Shadow and Coldsleep.
Lately, I've been working on The Coming Shadow, but as of recently I've switched my focus back to Coldsleep. Now, I'm sure I'm not the only person out there who does this type of thing, but now that I've realized just what exactly is keeping me from finishing a novel, I'm going to take action, and keep my focus fully on Coldsleep no matter what, even if it kills me.
And to be quite honest, it very well could. But I'm going to do it, no matter what happens, and I would hope and encourage the readers of this blog to make sure that I keep at it and don't stray from the path too much.
One of my resolutions for this year is to finish a novel. Well, I'm here to announce that Coldsleep will be that novel. I've probably just dug myself a grave and bought a golden ticket straight to damnation, but I don't care.
Not anymore.
Come this time next year, Coldsleep will be a finished novel. A pile of crap if you will. Next year will come the polishing of said crap.
This blog will be my way of venting whatever angers arise while writing Coldsleep, as well as anything else to do with my writing, others writings and my overall venting of day-to-day frustration.
Like Truman Capote once wrote, "Every word takes blood..." This book will take a lot of blood. It may even turn me into a husk of a man, but I'll deal with that when and if it ever happens.
"When you're a kid, they tell you it's all... grow up. Get a job. Get married. Get a house. Have a kid, and that's it. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It's so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better." - Elton Pope, from the Doctor Who episode: "Love & Monsters"
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