Remember a couple days ago I said I was in the writing mood? It really struck me today. I wrote that short bit a few minutes ago, which got me into the mood to write something longer. I just finished writing for the night on another story, this one totally fiction, but not science fiction. At least not now. It’s pretty much modern-day, and deals with a character named Charlie, and his rise from a mediocre day-to-day life to a media figure, who basically voices his opinion about world matters. The story might not actually go much of anywhere, but I have a plot decided, and a good start. Six pages written so far, and a fully three-dimensional character, so hopefully, it’ll pan out. As long as I keep writing. Tomorrow/today, I’ve got a ton of stuff to do, and hopefully, I’ll get at least a small amount of it done. I need a haircut, car wash, groceries, laundry, oil change, and a million other little things to do, not to mention spend time writing more of this story. I’m not even going to try to title it until I’m finished. I don’t even know how long it will end up being. Probably a fairly short story. But we’ll see. Time will certainly tell. That’s it for me, I’m having a hard time staying awake now, so I’m off to bed. – Brad
Okay, today has been a weird day. I didn’t really get ANYTHING done, but I had a lot of time to think. Which is always good, I suppose. Anyway, I watched the movie Godsend, which turned out COMPLETELY different than I expected. The cinematography was good, and the acting was fantastic. Other than that, it was just weird. I don’t want to analyze it too much, since it would take me out of this mood I’m in. I literally just finished writing a short piece of… what, fiction? I’m not sure I could even call it that. I’m not sure what it would be called, but I’m going to include it here, anyway. I just started writing, and probably could have continued, except I realized it really wasn’t going anywhere. Sometimes, it’s good for me to just sit down and write this stuff, even though it really makes no sense. I write better that way. This just poured out of my, kinda like ‘the letter’ I wrote such a long time ago. I’m still trying to find meaning to that. But nevertheless, this makes me realize sometimes how fathomless my mind can be. It scares me that I have this ability, but can’t make anything happen with it. Oh well, I’ll probably add it to my next Freakshow collection, in the meantime, enjoy:
In the future, people will look around and suddenly realize that the world is coming to and end. And it will be too late. For decades, scientists have been telling us that we are polluting our home, poisoning our world, and we’ve ignored them. But they were right. The Earth is a fragile thing, and it’s already too late to turn back. Our only option is to flee–while we still can. But because of our flawed nature, and greed for power and money, humanity will stay firmly rooted on this planet, wallowing in the misery we’ve brought upon ourselves. Continuing to fight amongst ourselves, when the thing needed more than ever is peace and cooperation. One of the Galaxy’s greatest experiments slowly withers away, suffocating on their own breath, until at last; each of us succumbs to the plague we’ve brought upon ourselves. Humanity is extinguished. And yet, as the cities crumble, and nature slowly retakes the land so callously inhabited by human beings, the Earth continues to repair itself, as it has so many times before. Though the Earth is such a fragile place, it’s also a place of great strength. Able to overcome immense destruction, in order to rebuild, and re-evolve. And so, the next species rises, evolving slowly at first, and quickly later, until another, newer intelligent race rises. And again, they ignore the past, and destroy themselves. Again, and again, and again, until history no longer remembers to keep count. Humanity was not the first civilization, and it will not be the last. Throughout the vast cosmos, our drama plays out in infinite variety. Some creatures surviving longer, some creatures less time, and all of them striving to become perfection, but none succeeding. Life is a precious, and yet casual thing. Everywhere in the galaxy, life can be found, in hostile environments, and unlikely surroundings, but present. Life always struggles to survive, and to continue, until we get it right. We must persevere, if we are to become better than the countless others who have perished. We must look toward the future, as if there were no tomorrow. Because there is no tomorrow. Not for us, and not for future generations. If we do not act now, some day there truly will be no tomorrow, and it will be due to us. We cannot ignore this any longer. We must do something now, before it’s too late… – Brad
Well, I’m now on page 309 of The Years of Rice and Salt, and after a slow beginning, it’s really getting quite good. It’s quite interesting reading an alternate history, where nothing is truly the same. There are virtually no mentions of Europe, or the vanished civilizations, since it seems that it’s remote, and not in the ‘world’ of the rest. Indeed, it’s staggering to learn how little life changes, when Europe is taken out of the picture. Then again, I’m less than halfway through the book, so there’s no telling where it will take me. But it’s quite amazing what thoughts will occur in the mind of a constant thinker when reading a good, thought-provoking novel, as this one is. Indeed, the novel starts quite oddly, and takes a couple hundred pages to draw the reader in, but it sets up the tales quite nicely. It’s also interesting the way Robinson uses multiple lives to convey so much history. Indeed, it’s an alternate history novel, without trying to be. Kim Stanley Robinson simply says ‘what if’ and goes from there, never looking back. Not trying to tell us what happened to Europe. Indeed, I can see why the book was retitled before publication, since the working title A World Without Europe just wouldn’t have been nearly as effective. I haven’t even finished it, and it’s already a fantastic book. I only hope the rest is as good… Nothing happened today. I was a bum. Rented The Girl Next Door on DVD. Haven’t watched it yet. Played a ton of MVP Baseball 2004 on the PC, and finally won the World Series in 6 games against the Rangers. Yeah. Now my team sucks, cause I spent all my money trying to keep my pitchers. Oh well, live and learn. Anyway, I’m back to reading more of my book, and still have the urge to write something. It’s brewing around in my head, I hope I can find it soon… – Brad
I get the sensation every now and then, but usually I don’t do much about it. But now, with the website pretty much running smoothly, and nothing else major going on, I’m getting the urge to start some new stories. I’ve got a good one brewing around in my head, and I think that this time might actually be a story I write and finish (heaven forbid). I’m finally getting to the good parts in The Years of Rice and Salt, and am finding it quite interesting now. I’m currently on page 241, and counting. It’s starting to get fairly intellectual, as far as the alternate history goes, and the different discovery of the ‘new land’ is very intriguing, even though I’m past that particular moment. I read that entire section in a single day. Anyway, things have been busy lately, had Shelly’s birthday party the other night, as well as the LAN the night before. Seems like a month ago that all that happened, rather than just a couple days. The LAN party was pretty good. Had about 8 people here, and we played Doom 3 some, then Desert Combat (which I sat out) and about 4:30am, I ended up going to bed, since I had to work the next day. Everyone else ended up playing Far Cry for awhile, which they liked, so the next LAN will probably include that. Well, just wanted to get a bit up here. Didn’t turn out quite the way I’d wanted. I’ve got a lot of stuff bouncing around my head right now, and none of it seems to come out right when I start typing. Typing, by the way, seems to be my fastest form of communication these days. I can type faster than I can write. Is that weird? I’m still not sure. Oh well, tomorrow’s another day… – Brad
– I’ve come to the determination that the day is simply not long enough. It should be at least 32 hours long. I figure, that way, I could work 8 hours, socialize for 8 hours, work on my projects for 8 hours, and THEN get a full 8 hours of sleep. This is the only way I can get things done. Now, I haven’t taken the time to figure out all the logistics in a 32-hour day, such as sunrise-sunset intervals (like it really matters in this 24-hour society we live in), but someone needs to figure it out, and soon. Email me and let me know what you come up with. I need more hours in the day.
– I’m fully booked right now, as far as spare time goes. I’m still reading The Years of Rice and Salt, and am currently on page 399. I know, it’s taking forever. I’ve decided to do the genre/author thing and read the rest of the Robinson novels I have, before jumping into the Galactic Center series (since there are more coming out anyway) and The Charnel Prince (picked up today) and the Song of Ice and Fire series. There’s simply too many books to read. I also wanna pick up a couple of Dan Brown’s other books. I loved The Da Vinci Code (if you haven’t read it, do so now). Not to mention the 14 other books on my list to pick up, let alone finish reading. I need to do this for a living.
– I’m also wanting to start on a new site layout. I’ve decided I want something lighter, with a white background. I’ll probably start preliminary work on it soon, but I’ve got way too many other things to work on right now.
– Luis finally started his own Blog. Not much on it yet, but it’s getting there. I’m trying to talk him into a Moblog, like what I have for pics. Lu sees some crazy stuff everyday, according to him. It’d be awesome to have a ‘stupid question-asker-of-the-day gallery. Who knows, they might actually pose for us. – Brad