I haven't written any short stories for a while, so I'm going to attempt to create a paragraph freeform here. I've been drinking a little on a work night, so since I used to write in this state, I'm hoping something will magically appear on the blank white medium of blog for me. I'm going to go with the working title of "Stupid Alien Writing Test". Here goes:
** deleted paragraph **
Nope, after reading that piece of crap the next day, I decided I was very right in thinking I shouldn't freeform stories on the blog. I suppose writing for me isn't a gift from God that will shine as long as I just start typing and at least now I know the initial story idea is probably the most important step in my writing process.
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Thanks John. I was wondering if I got that offline before anyone read it, but I guess not. Writing stories on the blog just isn't for me. I'd rather watch you make an imbecile of yourself than watch me do it. heh heh. (I saw your Mars story by the way and was diggin' it.) I think what I'd like to do is start writing chapters again to a new story, edit them as thouroughly as needed, and then post them on that story's own blog. Giving myself, of course, freedom to do more editing when ever I like. I'd like to finish a story though before branching out into so many like I did last time. I would just sit down and write a whole book, but without some feedback I don't think I could make it through writing a whole book.
I don't know if I should. People might judge me. I'm not sure if that meatloaf recipe is good enough to be called meatloaf. Sorry John I'm too much of a pussy to post the meatloaf recipe.
"No", and "Empty Garden". I'm so hungover, I'm answering your silly questions.
Thanks John. ...or should I say imbecile.
Sorry... ImbeCILE!!! (It's all good; just playing. In case you didn't know)
We should give Ben his peace and quiet. Let him enjoy his new found pleasure.
I mean, it's all just a matter of time before he pulls his "Wandering Jew" act, and high-tails it back to Indiana, or Georgia, or God knows where the hell else this time, sans femme, naturally.
I smell what your steppin' in Tippy, but this time I'm staying in New Orleans. She might run off to God knows where the hell else, but I'm not going anywhere.
Where is the blogger setting that rules that John can not delete his own comment?
Well whoa Nelly!
Ha, I remember how personally I took it, when you left me for your fantasy band dreams (the one that was going to travel in that re-jiggered school bus to [insert irony] N.O.]when we lived together in Athens. It was a real jolt to the system. I mean, there you were, jumping ship to chase your dreams. How dare you! How dare you jeopardized our buddy-ship!?
Anyways, I am glad to hear that things are working out. One of these days, I'll get off of my pompous ass and send an engagement gift.
I got a story Idea, Ben....you could about how these 5 Youth were killed because of Drug Violence in the Chocolate City.
Title it something like, "Fudge Fury Freaks Fine Fellows of French Quarter."
I got a story Idea, Ben....you could write about how these 5 Youth of N.O. were killed because of Drug Violence in the Chocolate City.
Title it something like, "Fudge Fury Freaks Fine Fellows of French Quarter."
Why not write an account of your many years going from place to place? Find some meaning in it all as you continue the work. The meaning of it all will show itself to you as you continue. You think that, because you made many changes, you didn't have any ultimate goals or underlying assumptions and goals. That may not be the truth after all. In Arthurian Literature, the knight goes on quests, sure--but the most important thing he accomplishes is finding out who he really is and what the uttermost is that he can do with the time he has.
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