40 Minutes, Nothing to Show for It

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After my post the other day, I decided to do something about the lack of motivation to write. So on my lunch break, I got out my spiral notebook and blew the dust off of it before opening it up. I tapped my pen on the paper for a few minutes, then wrote a few words down.

No good. I ripped that page out and threw it away.

I wrote a few more words. A whole sentence!

No good. I ripped that page out and threw it away.

I had an idea. I started writing. Two sentences in, I’m doing great. I finish the third sentence and go back and read the 2nd sentence again and realize that it has a problem. To use the second sentence, I’m going to require a little bit of world building, as I like to categorize it as. Something I had mentioned would eventually need reference to the reader at some point because, well, it had history. So I stopped what I was doing, turned to a clean page, and begin explaining what this particular thing was, why it did what it did, where it came from, etc. All the details that make it a thing.

So now I have reference for the thing I mentioned in sentence two. But wait! Now that I’ve done that, the entire 2nd sentence can be rewritten now! Gaaah!

I’ve now spent nearly 40 minutes of my 30 minute lunch break writing three sentences and a “backstory,” if you will, and have now realized I need to rewrite those three sentences because of what I wrote in the backstory. Forty minutes, three sentences, and a required rewrite of the 2nd line already.

In short, I still haven’t wrote anything because I got in my own way.

Maybe tomorrow night!

To Be! Or Not to Be!!!

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Have you ever been hit by the overwhelming desire to write? To write something, but you didn’t know what? Me to, but I’m lacking the desire, or perhaps the proper motivation. Either way, I’m going to have to do something about this. Soon.

Hi-ho, Neighbors! (The Star Wars 7 Trailer Edition)

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Happy Thursday to you! Hope everyone is having a great week, so far, and an even better weekend to come. Things are well here on the home front, I just haven’t had the motivation to post to the blog, here lately. I suppose two weeks in a row of stead posting was just too much for the old system to handle, eh?

I suppose the biggest thing to happen this week was the reveal of the 3rd trailer for The Force Awakens. Hitting the internet and half-time football fan’s screens on Monday night, we were given the biggest look yet at what awaits us this December. I have to admit, I wasn’t overly impressed. Seriously, I wasn’t. If it wasn’t Star Wars, I wouldn’t even give the movie a second thought based on that trailer alone. It was boring, drawn out, the music was the most action it had going for it. It was just a let down.

Now, if you come at it from the angle of, you know, the 7th movie in a series, then yeah, I can forgive it for what it’s doing. But at the same time, look how long ago those movies were … you gotta light us up a little, Disney, give us something to fawn over. Take it up a notch. And as for the new, younger fans, you think they are gonna be tripping over themselves to see something like what we saw in that trailer? Psssh. The only saving grace was, of course, that it is Star Wars VII, and that’s why the internet trembled and ticket sales were through the roof. It’s history in the making, the first movie in a 3rd trilogy of movies based on the epic tales set in a galaxy far, far away.

But yeah, other than that, it’s pretty much sleep and work of rme. So y’all have a great rest of the week and I’ll see about getting off my lazy butt again next week. :)


Donnie on the Edge Snippet

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Don stood on the edge of the precipice, staring down into the abyss of fire and brimstone as it bubbled and rolled. His stomach churned a bit at the sight, but his footing remained firm and his hand gripped the sword with all his might. It hummed and vibrated with his touch, singing some ancient tune that soaked into his flesh, encased his bones and fed a direct line of bravery into his soul. He’d never felt so alive, so sure, so powerful.

“End of the line, Donnie!” Travis had to shout over the steamy toiling of the lava below, and the clashing rings of battle in the distance. “This is where you drop the bat …” a sneer and brief chuckle. “The sword.”

With a upward nod of his head, Don slowly traced an arc near his feet as he adjusted his stance, just like he’d been taught. “Well, let’s finish it then.” It wasn’t the stuff of history books or epic novels, but it was what crossed his mind as he decided not to wait for his nemesis to push him into the pit. He launched forward, sword held slightly back and down behind him. His left foot found a small arch in the rocky ground and he launched himself from it, up and at Travis’ surprised and equally battered form.

Building on this scene, which was the first thing that popped into my head one night. The reference to the “drop the bat” line would be explained earlier in the story, of course. Might expand on this later if I can piece together how they got there :)

Amazing Grace (My Chains are Gone) by Chris Tomlin

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Love this version, wanted to share some awesome music on another Friday to celebrate the end of the week!