Today, I did the dance across the disciplines, as is oft my way. I touched the pixels, and shuffled them across the electronic voids— I grabbled with invisible wires and patterns and caught them in a mesh of zeros and ones And I won the day, in a way. Avoiding the black snake that shuffled through wintry leaves, crisp from the warm spring air. Amidst it all, words were written, thoughts were smudged across the canvas of the mind like chips of charcoal, And ravens flew from cages and the ice floes flowed and forms took shape. ~~~ Until next [...]
The Razorwise Report
Keeping a handle on everything is a thrill a minute. No, it’s not. Not really. Strange how we live in an age of so much information and disinformation and people still want to speak in opposites, isn’t it? Keeping a handle on some things is pretty great. And an eye on other things isn’t so bad, until something gums up the system. And this happens from time to time. Presently, we’re dealing with some technical issues on our forums. And have been for quite some time. I’ve now stepped in and am seeing what my ISP can do. They’re generally [...]
Above me, at this very moment, a trapped wasp buzzes angrily. He thinks he kisses the sun, but he kisses a neon tube that, could it emote, would likely be quite annoyed by the wasp’s attentions. It is April 1st, Fool’s Day, and I thought about resuming my posting yesterday, but I was too bound up within the lush languidness of a gentle spring day. I wrote. I reflected. I researched. As I have been doing since last we spoke, yet some of the footfalls weren’t meant for your ears at all, though I’ve made progress down the roads to [...]
Today, I completed more tremulus stuff. A draft of The Journey has been sent off for editorial review. So, that’s really cool. So that only leaves a little bit more to do. And for those wondering, while the bulk of The Frozen Wasteland is complete and we’re just tweaking a few of the finer bits of it. And, yeah, The Asylum is going through final edits, and then on to layout. Everything is getting done. I’ve gotta say that the playbooks are really some work. Fun work, but definitely brain burners. You see, The Journey and The Frozen Wasteland are [...]
Today, I climbed mountains in my mind. I wandered deep valleys teeming with mist hidden dangers. I traveled to faraway places. I trapped myself in dream. I wrote. I sat. I went nowhere. And, yet. And yet. I did everything and nothing. Challenge your own perceptions. Find your faith in your art. Enjoy the act of creation, never minding whether it is for more than an audience of one. Until next time, I bid you, dear reader, adieu.
We can all, each and every one of us, note the difference in people’s speech. How you and I pronounce things likely varies at least a smidge (or more, if one of us is drinking), and that’s not taking into account any sort of regional differentiations. The same goes for the way we write. Likely, a lot more so. Why? Because we’re not simply products of our education and environment, we’re also products of the words we shove into our minds. And our ability to frame our own thoughts. It’s actually quite fascinating, and you’ll find most writers love semantics [...]
Today’s been a long, long day, so just a few words on what to do when things go sideways. Relax. Focus. Get caught up. That’s what I do. And you should too. More words tomorrow. Promise. I used up all the ones I had for today. Until next time, I bid you, dear reader, adieu!
Most writers write. Or should be. Or are thinking about the writing and the words. Admittedly, I do. Yet real life intervenes, as it is wont to do. It comes snarling and demanding for attention, be it vehicular entropies taking their toll or the necessity to get food stuffs to feed our frail forms. Fear not, my friends, it doesn’t mean the creating has to end, just because you’re away from the keyboard (AFK) and must face real life (RL). Don’t live in a fantasy land–that’s definitely not what I’m advocating–but allow yourself to experience the experiences. Put yourself in [...]
Writing is the act of stringing one word after another in a way that makes some sort of sense. Sometimes, however, the act can feel like a struggle. And you face the Wall. People call it all sorts of things, but, ultimately, I think it comes down to outside distractions seeping into your brain or your uncertainty of how people are going to react to whatever you’re working on. We’ve likely been in one or both of those places. If you’re facing a deadline, you can even fall into the death spiral where the more you need to get things [...]
I enjoy writing all sorts of things, but a lot of the stuff I come up with tends to go dark quickly. As a youth, I loved weird literature and swords and sorcery and anything I could get my hands on. I’d eat it up like a starving child. And my house was the perfect environment for exploring the nooks and crannies of imagination. My family was a family of readers. My mom had her craft books and read much about the occult and space aliens and the like. My brothers collected old pulps and all the science fiction and [...]