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Archived Updates
What's In The Box?(06.30.05)
I'm happy to say that I've become involved with a site you might know, by the name of wrankmusic.com. If you don't know it, you should definitely give it a look. Not only is it an excellent source for music news, both local and national, but it's begun expanding to include content on all the other arts and media. Steve, the guy who runs it, is not only a friend of mine but shares my passion for avoiding cliche' in writing. We both enjoy the idea of doing everything that newspapers, magazines and websites do, but not by simply adopting the way they're always done. Too much in the printed world is a missed opportunity.
So aside from filling up the forums with my opinions on movies and videogames, I'm now a staff writer. My first piece is already up, an editorial I transcribed for journalist Jack Scatter. More on him later. Meantime, check out the article The Elephant in the Living Room is Back From the Dead and let us know what you think. There's a link at the bottom of it where you can leave comments, so PLEASE do. Help Jack silence the shadows that scream at him.
the blink that could kill(04.23.05)
To those who look for updates, I appologize. I've been away from writing for a while, since the last update in fact, and been a worse person for it. A friend pointed out how my temper changes when I'm not writing, and I was amazed anyone knew that but me. It's really the case that I don't just like to write, I pretty much have to. But not only am I writing again, I've begun the process of sending out work en masse to magazines to get published. So hopefully I'll have something to update on soon, either new stories or news. Meanwhile, enjoy what's here. I re-read "Martyr" and "The Empties" before and remembered how much I enjoyed writing them.
showering down in lethal doses(09.20.04)
Sometimes you write something and you think: People are going to think I'm insane. Well that's exactly what happened with this story, called "Fire and Glass After Lunch", though I still want to share it. I'm personally in love with it, you might just find it weird. It might end up becoming part of something longer. Hope you enjoy, as always feedback is more than welcome.
get.(09.02.04)
I submitted a few pieces to a site called ourvoicematters.com, just to see what the reaction would be. It's a site where people can send in news and opinions, and other people can reply to them. As usual I got my standard feedback, which was a few people loved them and a few people hated them. Like I've always said, that's my favorite thing in the world. I literally enjoy both responses equally.
The best part though had to be the comments of the people who hated them. Check them out if you get a chance, it's some funny stuff. If you do look, I submitted "The Fall and Rise of Satan" and "Addictionland."
The other good thing is that "The Fall and Rise" has been the top story for about a month so far. I'm not sure how that's rated, but I'm guessing it's by the amount of people that have read it, or by a survey. Either one is a good feeling. If you go there, I highly suggest you register and submit some stuff. It's truly great to hold a conversation with someone totally opposed to what you have to say.
and then everything changed.(05.04.04)
Long story short, life is gestating, altering, evolving. The future is shuffling closer and closer; a relationship taking itself to the next, beautiful level, and me trying hard to get my words in stone. Writing to magazines, e-mailing editors and selling myself in every venue.
Interview of the Millenium(04.15.04)
In my research for "Go To Hell", I've had to go some places and talk to some people which I normally wouldn't, and honestly would rather not. But it all paid off when I was granted an interview with someone monumental, who normally doesn't do interviews. I practically stumbled into this one considering it's the first interview I've conducted. You can find it in what used to be the poetry section, but is now the poetry/other section. Enjoy.
Now We're Cooking With the Fires of Hell(03.22.04)
Your body will rise up against you. See what happens. We were not made to last. We were not built to make it to the expiration date intact and with all parts functioning. We are weak and stupid and susceptible to be burned by every flame that comes along. We are eggshells, awaiting the obvious.
I've been getting bored. When that happens I need to blow off some steam and write something quick, so the result has been a short-short story called "The Empties" and some assorted micro-fiction. I posted it all in the short stories section, as well as made a new sub-heading in that section to seperate the micro-fiction from the rest. To be honest everyone seems to differ on what length qualifies as micro-fiction, some say less than 400 words, some 750, some 1,500, so I'm just sorting them however seems right to me. However micro-fiction has become my new favorite thing, so expect to see more. If I say micro-fiction one more time you'll hate me.
Micro-fiction.
Post-Oscar Awards(03.06.04)
This site has received it's first award! Today I learned that Today's Woman, a site dedicated to poetry for men and women, awarded me with their Literature Award. On the bottom of this page you'll find it. My thanks go to Rosie, webmistress of Today's Woman. Be sure to check out their site.
Taking Steps Toward Being Complete Can Start With Mistakes And Tripping Of Feet.(01.23.04)
I'm not sure who would care except for me and a few other choice people, but I've had an amazing realization. The short story I'm writing, as of now titled "Go To Hell", is no longer a short story. It's without a doubt on it's way to becoming the first book I've ever written. You can't even imagine how happy this makes me, to finally be doing this. Anyone who knows my writing methods knows I write short due to my style and a lack of attention span. I've had a hard time stretching anything beyond a short story, and now it's happening. I'll at long last have something tangible that I can attempt to get published. That's huge.
I love writing and what it's done for me. If nothing else is certain, no matter how lost I am, I've always had one focus. This is who I am and it makes me strong. A writer. All I need is one love and I have two.
Narcissistic Narcosis or Tapping The Vain(01.05.04)
I've made a new section in the site for my photography, called digitalis. Hopefully it's working right, so let me know if it needs any work. But I'm excited to have it up. Always happy to have a new venue for venting.
The Blood That Loved The Gasoline(12.16.03)
In my dream I was walking down a street in New York City, rain pouring down from the grey and soaking all of us walking. The apartment buildings were all identical, so old they looked bombed out. As I walked I noticed the traffic had come to a complete stop, and pedestrians were crowding around to figure out why. Someone next to me turned and said, "Apparently a cop has died." I looked between the cars and there he lay, mangled and red with his motorcycle. It was impossible to tell where his body ended and the machine began. "So sad to actually see it," I told the man and then crossed the street. I waited for a train, covering my face with my hands to block out the heavy rain. A man I knew came up and joined me, wanting to go on the trip with me. I shook my head and explained, "I have to do this alone," and he walked away.
why you shouldn't hate me(11.22.03)
Though only a small amount of people visit this site, pretty much all of them get angry at me for not updating often. I appologize, but understand this is a writing site. For me, writing is an enjoyable yet long and drawn out process. Between occasional bouts of self-doubt and a permanent state of short attention span, it's difficult for me to finish a story once I've started it. To give you an idea of what I mean, not counting the dozen plus ideas I have saved away for a rainy day, I currently have somewhere between three and five stories in the works both in my laptop and in my head. The main three are: "Dealer", a futuristic story in which a chemist deals synthetic emotions once the real ones become illegal, "The Scapegoatist", in which a man makes a living as a professional hate target, and a surreal story I just started which has the working title "Go To Hell". These three, plus several more not worth mentioning, are all fine stories that started off well, but then at some point something snapped in my head and I stopped.
So to sum up, please don't hate me. I'm just off somewhere, lost inside my own mind, writhing in the maddening black abyss of creative turmoil. Plus I love you.
The Death of Irony(08.07.03)
Want to know one of the biggest drawbacks to writing? It’s this: at some point, chances are strong that a moron will read your work, or listen to your song , and get it all wrong. It wouldn’t be so bad, you see, but they always feel the need to share their “thoughts” with the rest of us. As far as I can tell, It’s the symptom of a larger problem. Due to decreased parental involvement and increased fast-food portions, fewer and fewer people are walking this planet that have an I.Q. higher than their waist size. And invariably it’s these genetic oil-spills that have the most to “say”.
That said, nothing is more misunderstood in art than irony. Subtlety and sarcasm are true staples of good art, high art, but unfortunately so is misinterpretation. And since there’s no way of stopping the wrong people from reading the right things, the following is a friendly tip to those people out there whose fathers should’ve had their DNA bags forcibly removed by the government.
I-ro-ny n., a literary device for conveying meaning by saying the direct opposite of what is really meant. (Webster’s)
That means that sometimes... (commence gasping) ...just because a CHARACTER says something in a story, it doesn’t mean that the AUTHOR feels the same way. So for instance, when say a fictional boy in a fictional story revolts against the fictional world for no good reason, perhaps by misquoting philosophers and not quite getting what their true intentions are, the author of said piece might not even think it’s a good idea. Maybe he or she thinks it makes a good POINT, and more importantly a good STORY. Maybe they’re being…yes, you remember the word: ironic.
Can you believe it? You actually have to think while you’re reading this word stuff! Sorry to add the extra work-load to your already rigorous schedule. To those who do understand and appreciate the finer points of the written word, I apologize you had to be here to see this, and happy reading. To those who don’t, stick to the funny pages. I hear that Garfield fellow is quite the pill.
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