It's 3AM. And it's the weekend! Which doesn't mean much for me. But, hey, maybe it means a lot for you guys out there! So enjoy your weekend. Have a good time.
Life is too short to have a...bad time(?).
Breaking away from the Wlog for the weekend. Gonna do my usual pointless posts instead.
Quick updates. It's dark and quiet out there. And cold too. Kinda scary at 3AM. My neighborhood doesn't have lights.
But that's not the update I wanted to talk about.
Um...let's see. Judge is gonna hit 17k on downloads real soon...but today the downloads slowed down quite a bit. Is that the extent of it? *shrugs*
Congratulations(myself)! It's not setting the world on fire, but it's had a good run.
I'm still preparing for the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest. I've read through the first few chapters over and over. I can't tell if this book is any good, but I can hope like heck that it is! I wish I could somehow scrub my mind clean of this book and read it with a fresh start...but I guess that's impossible when I'm the author.
The submission period begins on the 24th and I want to make sure my book is submitted as soon as possible. That means I've only got about two weeks left. Not looking good. I need a miracle.
I think there's supposed to be some sort of fine line between genius and insanity. I'm no genius, but I think I can aim for insanity. One is better than none.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Writer's Log Day 3
Writer's Log, Earth Date 01.06.2011
It's been three days since I've begun this war...and already my hair has reached new heights--quite literally. I have taken an imaginary vow not to let my hair be cut during this month of struggle. And already the troubles have surfaced. It has become...an afro of sorts. It has always been something of an afro. It's nearly impossible to keep down. And now...my head feels twice as heavy and looks twice as big.
Even putting on my glasses has become a chore. I can no longer put the sides of the glasses over the hair, or else I threaten to bend the hinges of the frame in an unfriendly manner. I must insert the sidepieces through the hair, not over it.
This hair is no ordinary hair either. It twists, waves and curls around. They're like little feathers constantly poking the inside of my ear. When I go to sleep I feel like I'm sleeping on an extra pillow...a pillow of hair. It even gets in my eyes when I'm not looking. Just a turn of my head and I'm stabbed in the eye, betrayed by my own cells, by my own DNA.
The hair has gotten so out of control that many times I wonder...if something is living inside...without my knowledge.
It's been three days since I've begun this war...and already my hair has reached new heights--quite literally. I have taken an imaginary vow not to let my hair be cut during this month of struggle. And already the troubles have surfaced. It has become...an afro of sorts. It has always been something of an afro. It's nearly impossible to keep down. And now...my head feels twice as heavy and looks twice as big.
Even putting on my glasses has become a chore. I can no longer put the sides of the glasses over the hair, or else I threaten to bend the hinges of the frame in an unfriendly manner. I must insert the sidepieces through the hair, not over it.
This hair is no ordinary hair either. It twists, waves and curls around. They're like little feathers constantly poking the inside of my ear. When I go to sleep I feel like I'm sleeping on an extra pillow...a pillow of hair. It even gets in my eyes when I'm not looking. Just a turn of my head and I'm stabbed in the eye, betrayed by my own cells, by my own DNA.
The hair has gotten so out of control that many times I wonder...if something is living inside...without my knowledge.
Writer's Log Day 2
Writer's Log, Earth Date 01.05.2011
I encountered a strange difficulty in writing in my log just yesterday. Problems never cease.
I've had trouble sleeping and waking lately. I've also been having weird dreams and nightmares. My schedule has been thrown off. Even the dog's biological clock seems to have gone haywire. The dog hasn't bothered me in my sleep in a long time. Ever since I've been preparing the project, however, the dog has been waking me up very early in the morning...trying to eat my face.
Nothing makes sense anymore. I saw a huge man cross the highway, dressed up as the Statue of Liberty. Even the world is bent on screwing with my mind. No man should ever dress as the Statue of Liberty. It's just plain...odd.
I encountered a strange difficulty in writing in my log just yesterday. Problems never cease.
I've had trouble sleeping and waking lately. I've also been having weird dreams and nightmares. My schedule has been thrown off. Even the dog's biological clock seems to have gone haywire. The dog hasn't bothered me in my sleep in a long time. Ever since I've been preparing the project, however, the dog has been waking me up very early in the morning...trying to eat my face.
Nothing makes sense anymore. I saw a huge man cross the highway, dressed up as the Statue of Liberty. Even the world is bent on screwing with my mind. No man should ever dress as the Statue of Liberty. It's just plain...odd.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Writer's Log Day 1
Writer's Log, Earth Date: 01.04.2011
Due to some terrible decisions during the holidays, I was very tired and hungry in the morning. I woke up late and starving. To fill the emptiness of my stomach, I sought out meal scraps from whatever I could scrounge up. I devoured some meat, bread and water quite quickly and then proceeded to lock myself up in the room.
I only have three weeks. What was I thinking starting so late? Three weeks to life or death. My desperation has caused me to worry. Will I finish in time? Will I make a worthy product? Only time will tell. I can only pray and hope for the best.
Getting back into writing was harder than I anticipated. I have waited too long to get back into it. My mind has decayed to the point of uselessness. The day has just gotten started...and yet it feels like it will never end. Why must I keep on writing? I must never forget...the passion. For the passion is my fuel. And with it...I shall live.
Baby steps. Little by little. Step by step. That's what I tell myself I need. To write...I must read. It is a painful process for one such as I. Read. Write. Live. Die. This is going to be one heck of a month.
My hands shake. My skin crawls. I have become too weak. Years of writing has caused my muscles to degenerate. I have begun training my strength in order to improve both physical and mental health. It is still too early to tell if such things will help me now. But I have no choice. I must do all that I can...for the mission.
The winter months still remain cold. When will spring come? Not soon enough.
Due to some terrible decisions during the holidays, I was very tired and hungry in the morning. I woke up late and starving. To fill the emptiness of my stomach, I sought out meal scraps from whatever I could scrounge up. I devoured some meat, bread and water quite quickly and then proceeded to lock myself up in the room.
I only have three weeks. What was I thinking starting so late? Three weeks to life or death. My desperation has caused me to worry. Will I finish in time? Will I make a worthy product? Only time will tell. I can only pray and hope for the best.
Getting back into writing was harder than I anticipated. I have waited too long to get back into it. My mind has decayed to the point of uselessness. The day has just gotten started...and yet it feels like it will never end. Why must I keep on writing? I must never forget...the passion. For the passion is my fuel. And with it...I shall live.
Baby steps. Little by little. Step by step. That's what I tell myself I need. To write...I must read. It is a painful process for one such as I. Read. Write. Live. Die. This is going to be one heck of a month.
My hands shake. My skin crawls. I have become too weak. Years of writing has caused my muscles to degenerate. I have begun training my strength in order to improve both physical and mental health. It is still too early to tell if such things will help me now. But I have no choice. I must do all that I can...for the mission.
The winter months still remain cold. When will spring come? Not soon enough.
Writer's Log
Starting tonight, I'll probably do a little something simple for this blog. I shall make it a Wlog (a Writer's log) for this month. You know, like a captain's log in Star Trek...but not. Anyway, that'll be for tonight. Just a little heads up. It's nothing particularly special. Just kind of like a journal detailing my experiences as I prepare for the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Contest.
So...look forward to that...or not.
So...look forward to that...or not.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Strange News?
Mostly news is bad. Sometimes you get some good news. Most times you get bad news. And then...some days you get strange news...which can be bad too.
And today is one of those days.
In Arkansas thousands of birds fell from the sky...dead. That's a new one. I think in one movie(or perhaps several), I forget which, birds fall from the sky. But in those movies, they are alive...and smashing themselves to their deaths. In this real life story...they just fall dead?
They're still investigating the cause. I'm seeing stuff like new year fireworks forced the birds out of the trees and into some dangerous storm. But I don't think they have anything solid yet.
Anyway, I found that story pretty interesting. Real life is usually pretty mundane, but sometimes you get a weird event out of left field. But, however remarkable, it's also sad and scary. I suppose it's sad because birds are cute. If hundreds of scorpions fell dead from the sky...I don't think it'd be as sad. Maybe more scary.
All right. Time to move on from the strange news of today.
I've been reading reviews on the Judge and I've come to understand...that it has quite a few issues that I need to correct. Of course I can't fix the Judge now.... It's kind of pointless. But I do need to take these criticisms and think about how I can improve the sequel. But it's been hard. From what I can tell, the Judge suffered from too many characters, too little character development, and too many scene changes. I've been trying to work on fixing these issues but it seems almost impossible. Because all of the characters are indeed important in one way or another. *sigh* I hope I can work S3 through this as well.
And today is one of those days.
In Arkansas thousands of birds fell from the sky...dead. That's a new one. I think in one movie(or perhaps several), I forget which, birds fall from the sky. But in those movies, they are alive...and smashing themselves to their deaths. In this real life story...they just fall dead?
They're still investigating the cause. I'm seeing stuff like new year fireworks forced the birds out of the trees and into some dangerous storm. But I don't think they have anything solid yet.
Anyway, I found that story pretty interesting. Real life is usually pretty mundane, but sometimes you get a weird event out of left field. But, however remarkable, it's also sad and scary. I suppose it's sad because birds are cute. If hundreds of scorpions fell dead from the sky...I don't think it'd be as sad. Maybe more scary.
All right. Time to move on from the strange news of today.
I've been reading reviews on the Judge and I've come to understand...that it has quite a few issues that I need to correct. Of course I can't fix the Judge now.... It's kind of pointless. But I do need to take these criticisms and think about how I can improve the sequel. But it's been hard. From what I can tell, the Judge suffered from too many characters, too little character development, and too many scene changes. I've been trying to work on fixing these issues but it seems almost impossible. Because all of the characters are indeed important in one way or another. *sigh* I hope I can work S3 through this as well.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Happy New Year!!!
A year has come and gone. Hard to believe we're already at 2011. Just think, 2012 is around the corner. I don't believe the world will end in 2012. Something else might happen though. Perhaps a world-changing event will occur. A war? A great, devastating natural disaster? Who knows? Or maybe it'll all be just fine. (Maybe...)
We'll see. We've got one whole year before then. But years tend to pass quite quickly, don't they?
I hope you've all enjoyed your vacations (if you had any).
Not much to talk about. I'm almost cured of this cold. Just got a little cough left.
My battle has just begun. I have 3 weeks to transform S3 into the best I can make it for the contest. I know I'm not that great of a writer, so I must use all of my power, all of my strength to do it (and loooooooooooots of prayer).
With some luck, grace, destiny, and somewhat soft hard work, we just might pull it off.
And to finish off this blog post, I'll just comment on the current situation. We're actually almost up to 15700 downloads! Each day we still get hits! It's amazing! I don't know how it's happening, but I'm grateful that more people are giving the Judge a chance. It's not a bestseller and it may never be all that popular but it's the work that I enjoyed writing the most.
Even more surprising though is that this blog gets so many hits. Before all the hits...it just used to be me, just wandering the lonely electronic halls of this website. Maybe all this random posting gets me somewhere?
We'll see. We've got one whole year before then. But years tend to pass quite quickly, don't they?
I hope you've all enjoyed your vacations (if you had any).
Not much to talk about. I'm almost cured of this cold. Just got a little cough left.
My battle has just begun. I have 3 weeks to transform S3 into the best I can make it for the contest. I know I'm not that great of a writer, so I must use all of my power, all of my strength to do it (and loooooooooooots of prayer).
With some luck, grace, destiny, and somewhat soft hard work, we just might pull it off.
And to finish off this blog post, I'll just comment on the current situation. We're actually almost up to 15700 downloads! Each day we still get hits! It's amazing! I don't know how it's happening, but I'm grateful that more people are giving the Judge a chance. It's not a bestseller and it may never be all that popular but it's the work that I enjoyed writing the most.
Even more surprising though is that this blog gets so many hits. Before all the hits...it just used to be me, just wandering the lonely electronic halls of this website. Maybe all this random posting gets me somewhere?
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