Hey everybody, I was going to put up a peice I did on the fall of Gondolin from the first age of Middle-Earth, however it turns out I don't have it saved anywhere but my computer which I didn't bring with me. I don't have it saved in the Cloud yet. I wanted to give you a snipped I wrote based on a awesome dream I had. Its traditional fantasy, which I said I would never write, then again I said I would never live in California either so there you have it. Anyway without any further adeu I give you the Princess and the Dragon.
That night in November brought winds in from the Western Ocean, islands of clouds floated silently across an otherwise clear night. The sky was bejeweled with stars and the moon showed its brightest that night. Jarred stood on the dock with many subjects all dressed in their finest. Many boats filled the harbor and from the docks to the shore were filled with all kinds of small boats all filled with lanterns to commemorate the Independence of the Kingdom of Brightwood.
The Castle was brightly lit, its banners hung in the breeze. Jarred spoke softly with friends. The sounds of brown pelicans started him for a moment. The King and Queen celebrated celebrated with their courtiers inside the castle. Something Jarred would normally have been a part of had he not been given time off for recouperation from a greivous wound he had suffered a mere a month ago. He had perfered the water on his time off of guarding the princess. Fishing seemed a simpler life than his time at court.
Chastity, one of Jarred's friends, commented on the Princesses' forthcoming birthday Celebration, when a horrible cry came from the sky unlike any sea bird Jarred had heard in Harborough Bay before. It was then a large red head and snake-like neck came out of one of the larger clouds over head. Jarred snapped to attention," Jarred wait,"Kalil, one of Jarred's other friends said." It looks like it's going to move on."
Sure enough it rather high up and it's eyes weren't on Castle Brightwood.
However, slowly, as he watched it, the dragon began to descend, but it's eyes were distant looking far off beyond Brightwood Castle.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
My Plans for This Year
I am applying for Tel-Aviv University this year. Still trusting and continuing to trust God and learning in new ways to trust. I am really struggling at work under the pressure. My boss had a coniption fit the other day I wanted to say something mean to him or something still it wasn't that bad. I don't handle stress well and when I am in the middle of something and I have a demading coworker I tend to snap at them.
Not sure what the right action here is. I make appologies where I need to. Not to continually whine on this subject I really don't like to share the uglier side of myself with people. Who does? Anyway, I am trusting God on going to Mt. Hermon Writers Conference this up coming year as well as Comi-Con.
I've been reading a lot of library books but it has recently occured to me I need to be reading my giant book collection at home. I had a really good hike up Mt. Burdell the other day. I got to see all the surrounding area around Novato. You know what ever your view of San Francisco Bay might be the people of Marin County preserved a lot of Open Space so Novato itself is surrounded by Forested hills and off in the distance you can see the salt marshes.
In the fall and I think in the spring you can see Western blue birds on Mt. Burdell. Awesome. I don't know if you take as much inspiration from nature as I do but I know J.R.R. Tolkein did and what a rich picture he gave us huh?
I suppose I've rambled enough,
Signing off see you later,
Brian.
Not sure what the right action here is. I make appologies where I need to. Not to continually whine on this subject I really don't like to share the uglier side of myself with people. Who does? Anyway, I am trusting God on going to Mt. Hermon Writers Conference this up coming year as well as Comi-Con.
I've been reading a lot of library books but it has recently occured to me I need to be reading my giant book collection at home. I had a really good hike up Mt. Burdell the other day. I got to see all the surrounding area around Novato. You know what ever your view of San Francisco Bay might be the people of Marin County preserved a lot of Open Space so Novato itself is surrounded by Forested hills and off in the distance you can see the salt marshes.
In the fall and I think in the spring you can see Western blue birds on Mt. Burdell. Awesome. I don't know if you take as much inspiration from nature as I do but I know J.R.R. Tolkein did and what a rich picture he gave us huh?
I suppose I've rambled enough,
Signing off see you later,
Brian.
Current Works in Progress.
I am sorry for my missing my writing work post this last week AGAIN! I have been working a lot lately. Let me do a sum up of what I am working on. I am writing my testimony if how I went from a Satanist to a Christian which is taking a lot out of me. I have some ideas for some more Lord of the Rings poetry. I have written some work on my comic book story as well as an alternate tale of Mortimer Crane an accountant who aspires to be a superhero. Which I hope you will find interesting.
That's about all that's going on in the writing world other than I am starting to draw character concepts of my protagonists as well as birds and beasts of my world which go anywhere from sparrows to strange human like mutations. Its been a fun place to create and design. If there is any advice I can give anyone its write. Even if your world concept isn't strong for heaven sakes write already!!
You can build detail and flesh things out as you go. If you think you can turn in a first draft to an agent please don't expect to hear anything back from them. I have been working on my current concept for over ten years and it has changed and grown in a lot of pleasant ways to what it is today. You don't have to take as long as I did just don't expect to have all of your ducks in a row before you write.
Push yourself. As one artist said in a how to draw superheroes book lately it's not inspiration that pays off it's purspiration so get to work and share it on my site if you want. Now you don't have to give all of your trade secrets away but it helps just to share with other writers. I share with my family and nonwriter friends and I get blank stares. Or I get an experience like Daffy Duck when he tries to upstage Bugs Bunny. Silence and Crickets. "Ha,ha everyone laugh at the duck!"
Cheers see you next time!!
That's about all that's going on in the writing world other than I am starting to draw character concepts of my protagonists as well as birds and beasts of my world which go anywhere from sparrows to strange human like mutations. Its been a fun place to create and design. If there is any advice I can give anyone its write. Even if your world concept isn't strong for heaven sakes write already!!
You can build detail and flesh things out as you go. If you think you can turn in a first draft to an agent please don't expect to hear anything back from them. I have been working on my current concept for over ten years and it has changed and grown in a lot of pleasant ways to what it is today. You don't have to take as long as I did just don't expect to have all of your ducks in a row before you write.
Push yourself. As one artist said in a how to draw superheroes book lately it's not inspiration that pays off it's purspiration so get to work and share it on my site if you want. Now you don't have to give all of your trade secrets away but it helps just to share with other writers. I share with my family and nonwriter friends and I get blank stares. Or I get an experience like Daffy Duck when he tries to upstage Bugs Bunny. Silence and Crickets. "Ha,ha everyone laugh at the duck!"
Cheers see you next time!!
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Shakespeare a Masterful Writer
OK, here it is Wednesday. I have been trying to think about what author I can recommend. I'm afraid I am going to have to cheat today and use Shakespeare. I recently saw King John, it's not one of the more well known plays out there. The premise without giving everything away is King John and a rightful heir of France are vying for the throne of England.
First of all the actors were incredible which you won't get if you read the play, but what I love about the writing of this play is how William can take a tragedy and nearly make it a comedy by have disaster nearly averted but alas salvation passes like two ships in a storm or fog that don't see each other. That is what I love about Shakespeare the way he executes his plays.As in King John when disaster is nearly averted it was really inspiring to my writing.
You really come to love his characters only to see them die(in his tragedies anyway.) His revenge plays were masterfully written too if you think about it. Hamlet, a revenge play about a possibly mad hero who can't decide whether to take revenge. The consiquences of his indeciciveness costs the lives of those closest to him.
Othello, a revenge play based on the point of view of an antagonist. The Tempest, A revenge play where the wronged party decides to forgive those who wronged him.
So, if you're trying to come up with something new and can't think of anything consider taking an old idea and turning it on its head Shakespeare did.
Blessings, Brian
First of all the actors were incredible which you won't get if you read the play, but what I love about the writing of this play is how William can take a tragedy and nearly make it a comedy by have disaster nearly averted but alas salvation passes like two ships in a storm or fog that don't see each other. That is what I love about Shakespeare the way he executes his plays.As in King John when disaster is nearly averted it was really inspiring to my writing.
You really come to love his characters only to see them die(in his tragedies anyway.) His revenge plays were masterfully written too if you think about it. Hamlet, a revenge play about a possibly mad hero who can't decide whether to take revenge. The consiquences of his indeciciveness costs the lives of those closest to him.
Othello, a revenge play based on the point of view of an antagonist. The Tempest, A revenge play where the wronged party decides to forgive those who wronged him.
So, if you're trying to come up with something new and can't think of anything consider taking an old idea and turning it on its head Shakespeare did.
Blessings, Brian
Monday, August 27, 2012
My apologies on Friday, I forgot that the Library where I do my posts is closed on Fridays, I shall have to post my fictional works on Saturday. Barring that I'll move it to Thursday. I'm going to try Saturday first. If you pardon the pun. I'll keep you posted. Well I had a great church service Sunday. It was about living a victorious life. A.k.a. remembering and finding out who I am in Christ. For any nonChristian readers out there who are like, "Huh?" Never mind.
Anyway got to meet up talk to friends. Share frustrations with a guy there who has been a manager for twelve years. Management is a frustration thing. I can try and get my work done but getting the employees to get there work done is challenging. They drive me nuts. But belittling them or trying to control them(I haven't done.) will only destroy morale.
Or swearing and muttering about them under my breath( I have done) doesn't help either. Yes I suppose this could be considered hypocrasy to non-Christians and Christians a like. The truth is I'm not perfect. If you run across anyone who calls himself a Christian and tells you he doesn't sin or do anything wrong run away really fast.
I didn't become a Christian because I had my life together, I became a Christian because my life was falling apart. I will give my testimony on another sight I will let you know when its posted. I have R and R for the next two days and may I say I am enjoying it as much as possible. Oh as a side note just to blow your mind, we are having a special guest speaker Sy Rogers who is talking about sex and relationships next week. So yes there are times when the Church talks about sex, not enough I think but its awesome when we do.
Everyone else is why aren't we??
So write comments please. I know it's inconvenient and it takes time. I feel the same way when I am on deviant art. I don't write a comment on every peice I put in my favorites on that sight but I do try to leave at least one comment per artist. It really is encouraging. Also if you write let me know what you're writing you don't have to give the whole story away but lets face it writers encourage each other.
peace out, -Brian
Anyway got to meet up talk to friends. Share frustrations with a guy there who has been a manager for twelve years. Management is a frustration thing. I can try and get my work done but getting the employees to get there work done is challenging. They drive me nuts. But belittling them or trying to control them(I haven't done.) will only destroy morale.
Or swearing and muttering about them under my breath( I have done) doesn't help either. Yes I suppose this could be considered hypocrasy to non-Christians and Christians a like. The truth is I'm not perfect. If you run across anyone who calls himself a Christian and tells you he doesn't sin or do anything wrong run away really fast.
I didn't become a Christian because I had my life together, I became a Christian because my life was falling apart. I will give my testimony on another sight I will let you know when its posted. I have R and R for the next two days and may I say I am enjoying it as much as possible. Oh as a side note just to blow your mind, we are having a special guest speaker Sy Rogers who is talking about sex and relationships next week. So yes there are times when the Church talks about sex, not enough I think but its awesome when we do.
Everyone else is why aren't we??
So write comments please. I know it's inconvenient and it takes time. I feel the same way when I am on deviant art. I don't write a comment on every peice I put in my favorites on that sight but I do try to leave at least one comment per artist. It really is encouraging. Also if you write let me know what you're writing you don't have to give the whole story away but lets face it writers encourage each other.
peace out, -Brian
The following post was origionally a comic book story idea, however being a werewolves have apparently been over done in comic books they don't want it. I saw an overview of what Marvel did with the werewolf scene and it seemed to me that the writing was sloppy and more of a way of throwing something out there to boost comic book sales. If anyone disagrees I invite you to correct me on this.
The long and the short of it is I made my story idea a poem as a way of saying pffftt, to the comic book industry, see what you think.
Weeping Rain
The rain comes down in sheets,
Beneath a sooty
Rooftop a howl echoes.
It's meant for me.
I stand on a flat rooftop
Looking at the lamp lit streets below,
Fear pours into my belly,
Like an icy stream from the mountains,
My hands shake
Under my wet cloak:
I pour powder into my wheelock pistols,
Leaning my readied rifle on my knee,
Like a centurian preparing for war.
How I wish I had a friend.
A woman's scream sounds in the distance,
Not long now,
I tamp my wad and silver pellet,
Fasten my Wheelock pistols at either side,
Raising my rifle, cocking my hammer I wait,
A rock dove skitters in flight as I take aim,
In its direction,
The sound of animal-like sniffing from the alley
below,
My hand shakes,
A howl cuts through the air
Slicing through my nerves,
The rifle slips,
A thunderous reply from below,
I curse,
My ears ring,
Pulling my pistols I cock them and wait,
At the door,
A beam securly acrossed it in the rain,
I smell him before I see him,
Musky wet dog,
I say a silent prayer
Aiming my pistols,
The beam snaps at the first blow,
A wet snarl snaps at me,
From behind the splintered frame,
Wood showers at me
A giant wolf leaps at me,
The crack of the first shot splits the air,
The beast yelps,
Leaping into my chest,
I land hard,
Sucking for air and getting none,
I am a man smothering in thick wet blackness,
Snapping teeth and claws search for me,
My hand is twisted on itself, I can't feel it,
The second shot goes off,
The ringing now is very loud,
The weight of the beast lifts off me,
I reach out like a drowning man for shore,
A sharp pain shoots in my wrist,
I feel the pop
When something heavy lands on it,
I turn and look upon my fate,
Instead before my wild eyes
Like ice, the beast melts
Into the form of a young man.
With my foot I roll him over,
A gathering pool of crimson surrounds us both,
My shirt is warm,
A metallic tang fills my nose,
He coughs and spits red,
I hold his hand with my good hand,
He tries to speak,
His eyes are blinded by the rain,
Mine with fever,
In a picture in my head,
Long ago,
I see a young boy, like him,
And a happier me,
We laugh,
The sun shines,
I kick the leaves beneath my feet,
The sun is bright on our faces,
I tossle his hair,
The rain is heavy,
He doesn't see my tears,
He squeezes my hand,
He cries out, and lets go,
My boy, my boy,
My dear sweet boy.
The long and the short of it is I made my story idea a poem as a way of saying pffftt, to the comic book industry, see what you think.
Weeping Rain
The rain comes down in sheets,
Beneath a sooty
Rooftop a howl echoes.
It's meant for me.
I stand on a flat rooftop
Looking at the lamp lit streets below,
Fear pours into my belly,
Like an icy stream from the mountains,
My hands shake
Under my wet cloak:
I pour powder into my wheelock pistols,
Leaning my readied rifle on my knee,
Like a centurian preparing for war.
How I wish I had a friend.
A woman's scream sounds in the distance,
Not long now,
I tamp my wad and silver pellet,
Fasten my Wheelock pistols at either side,
Raising my rifle, cocking my hammer I wait,
A rock dove skitters in flight as I take aim,
In its direction,
The sound of animal-like sniffing from the alley
below,
My hand shakes,
A howl cuts through the air
Slicing through my nerves,
The rifle slips,
A thunderous reply from below,
I curse,
My ears ring,
Pulling my pistols I cock them and wait,
At the door,
A beam securly acrossed it in the rain,
I smell him before I see him,
Musky wet dog,
I say a silent prayer
Aiming my pistols,
The beam snaps at the first blow,
A wet snarl snaps at me,
From behind the splintered frame,
Wood showers at me
A giant wolf leaps at me,
The crack of the first shot splits the air,
The beast yelps,
Leaping into my chest,
I land hard,
Sucking for air and getting none,
I am a man smothering in thick wet blackness,
Snapping teeth and claws search for me,
My hand is twisted on itself, I can't feel it,
The second shot goes off,
The ringing now is very loud,
The weight of the beast lifts off me,
I reach out like a drowning man for shore,
A sharp pain shoots in my wrist,
I feel the pop
When something heavy lands on it,
I turn and look upon my fate,
Instead before my wild eyes
Like ice, the beast melts
Into the form of a young man.
With my foot I roll him over,
A gathering pool of crimson surrounds us both,
My shirt is warm,
A metallic tang fills my nose,
He coughs and spits red,
I hold his hand with my good hand,
He tries to speak,
His eyes are blinded by the rain,
Mine with fever,
In a picture in my head,
Long ago,
I see a young boy, like him,
And a happier me,
We laugh,
The sun shines,
I kick the leaves beneath my feet,
The sun is bright on our faces,
I tossle his hair,
The rain is heavy,
He doesn't see my tears,
He squeezes my hand,
He cries out, and lets go,
My boy, my boy,
My dear sweet boy.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Well school is done, just working for a season. Really feel this is a season of God's growth in my life. I'm in management right now. A friend of mine, Jackie is starting a blog while she does missions in eleven countries in eleven months. It encouraged me to get back into writing and blogging. I'm currently writing two stories one is The Princess and the Dragon about a royal family rescued from a dragon, the other is my main superhero story "Flight of the Sparrow, a story about a would-be heroes flight to the past to save his world from dying. The only way he can do it is with the co-operation of a time traveling villain he can't really trust.
I also need to do some editing on Statuary, my twighlight zone-type short. I'd like to whip that into shape and get some feedback on it.
Things have been tough recently, living with a beligerant roommate, yet God used the situation to really grow me. The issue in question was resolved. I think God worked more patience in me than I had before. This was a tough one this guy reminded me of my dad. He had a kind of do what I say or else attitude. (shrug.) Which at this point in neither here or there.
I think I'm going to set this sight up as Monday's being a check in, and Fridays being my posting my peice day. I think I will do Wednesdays as a pick a favorite author and what I like about their work day for two reasons.
1. At somepoint I think people get sick of hearing you talk about yourself all the time. Either than or I get sick of talking about myself all the time.
2. It keeps me reading.
However, Today I am going to cheat so I can get a jumpstart on my blog.
Today I am going to nominate The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. If anyone has a hard time writing or understanding what it means to write a short short story this woman has mastered the form. In short its almost like poetry in prose form. Sandra not only has a strong ecomonmy of language(saying a great deal with as few words as possible.)but protagonist's voice is masterfully done as well. We follow the life of a young latino girl who grows up in the projects of Chicago as she grows up. The character's voice and outlook on life changes too. I can't recommend this book enough even if you're a Science Fiction and Fantasy Writer like myself.
I also need to do some editing on Statuary, my twighlight zone-type short. I'd like to whip that into shape and get some feedback on it.
Things have been tough recently, living with a beligerant roommate, yet God used the situation to really grow me. The issue in question was resolved. I think God worked more patience in me than I had before. This was a tough one this guy reminded me of my dad. He had a kind of do what I say or else attitude. (shrug.) Which at this point in neither here or there.
I think I'm going to set this sight up as Monday's being a check in, and Fridays being my posting my peice day. I think I will do Wednesdays as a pick a favorite author and what I like about their work day for two reasons.
1. At somepoint I think people get sick of hearing you talk about yourself all the time. Either than or I get sick of talking about myself all the time.
2. It keeps me reading.
However, Today I am going to cheat so I can get a jumpstart on my blog.
Today I am going to nominate The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros. If anyone has a hard time writing or understanding what it means to write a short short story this woman has mastered the form. In short its almost like poetry in prose form. Sandra not only has a strong ecomonmy of language(saying a great deal with as few words as possible.)but protagonist's voice is masterfully done as well. We follow the life of a young latino girl who grows up in the projects of Chicago as she grows up. The character's voice and outlook on life changes too. I can't recommend this book enough even if you're a Science Fiction and Fantasy Writer like myself.
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