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I write, therefore I am. I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough. PLUGS:
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| Well my portfolio hit the one hundred views mark. Now if I just had as many reviews as I do views. Well I am glad this week is over. Most of this week I have been sick. Kind of weak, no energy, sick stomach. Hopefully it's all over now. Anywho, I have been in a slump lately. I am still stumped on chapter five of Perpetual Rage. Eddye seems to have runaway and hid from me. I also started working of the first chapter of my "writing assignment". I have the idea I want to write, but it has come out cluttered. It needs alot of work. This might be harder than I thought doing the assignment. Oh well we shall see how I write under pressure. Well I am tired and must be off to rest. To all those that have stopped by thankx. Hope to see you return and maybe with a review. lol. For tonight's qoute; Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about art and love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being. Toulouse-Lautrec (John Leguizamo)- Moulin Rouge! edyhdrawde Keep writing keep reading |
| So, today I recieved a review by someone new to our lovely home. He sent a scathing review of Perpetual Rage Chapter One. He only gave the chapter 2.0 stars. Now I can take criticism as well as the next guy. I have taken every review I have recieved constructive and made changes where necessary in my stories. But ya know what I can't take a 2.0 review when you only READ TWO PARAGRAPHS and then stop. If you dont like my writing fine, but don't send a review if you cannot be bothered to read the piece in its entirety. Then he brings up some rule about rewriting being "2nd Draft = 1st Draft - 10%" rule can be doubled... or tripled." See thats why I gave up taking classess that tell you how to write. If you want to write get out there and write. dont take classes and think yourself more important for doing so. You know I dont write at all like you are "supposed to". I rarely make outlines, the exception being Chrinicles of Gatean because it is so massive I need it to keep my thoughts straight. I usually write of the cuff as it were. My first thoughts usually make it to paper. As for the rewrite, my rough drafts are just to get the idea down on paper. When I go back to rewrite the material doubles, sometimes triples. Everything I have posted on this site so far is just rough drafts, they have had no rewrites what so ever. I feel really small for taking this one review so serious but it bothers me that you would send a review without even taking the time to read the entire thing. "Remember, story is what people are here for... not vivid descriptions of things" um, excuse me, but isnt a story a vivid description of things? Or have all the writers I read gotten it wrong all these years? If you aren't writing to tell something vivid go read the funny pages your doing something wrong. "Sorry for being so... sharp, but I really believe that (especially on a writing web site like this) you have to get in there, make the reader want to pull up a chair and sit for a spell " Man if this doesn't describe this MTV edited fluff reading society we live in. And what website is he reading from to generalize that everyone here wants to read 1000 word pieces of fluff? Neadless to say I am more angry than I should be, but it's like someone has slapped my child without a reason. Just because they didn't like their haircut or something superficial. Ok, I'm still a little peaved but my rant is over. Tonights qoute in memory of my anger: There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd. Jules (Samuel Jackson)- Pulp Fiction May your dreams be nightmares and give you ideas. edyhdrawde Keep writing Keep reading |
| I think I have done a little diservice with my last post. I mentioned a few writers who I no longer read but the were mentioned mainly because of something they offer. I don't want to get off on a rant here, but what else do I do. First, Stephen King. The gweat and tewwible oz himself. ALthough he still shows sparks of brilliance and his characters are still top rate some of his lusture has faded. I mean ask yourself if the last time you read one of his books you didn't wonder "The characters were great but, what exactly happened?" And with deepest apologies to all of the lemmings out there. James Patterson is only mentioned because he writes for the short attention span modern reader. I used to really enjoy his books until Roses are Red and Violets are Blue. After reading those I felt cheated and used. (I won't spoil what happens if you haven't read) Also have you noticed that all of his books now have another writer attached? and that he has had SEVEN books so far this year? and there are still more coming. It kind of makes me wonder are these other people ghost writers and he just gives basic ideas? and If that is the case for how long has he been ghost written? Is he the current Robert Ludlum and V.C. Andrews, only still alive. I mean at least William Shatner admits to being ghost written. I would suggest you read something by his ghost writers; Judith and Garfield Reeves-Stevens. They have three very well done books. Icefire, being the only one I can remember. As Denis Miller always says, That's just my opinion and I could be wrong. and my closing qoute for today is from American History X (if you haven't seen it do so for it's frank approach to racism and change) and Edward Furlong We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained we must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature. Danny Vinyard (Edward Furlong), American History X Until that day then, until that day edyhdrawde Keep writing keep reading. |
| And so the question was asked why do I write? I have to say that I write to ease the torments of my mind and to vent my frustration at the world in general. There are voices in my head that scream out for someone to hear them. Sometimes even the wind changing directions will give me the idea for a story. I have been writing since I was thirteen, or at least that is the earliest I can remember. I taught myself how to type with an old brother word-processing typewriter that I actually still have. The first story I remember writing was about a vampire killing everyone on the lost colony of Roanoke. Then there followed really bad stories that were an embarrassment to go back and read. There was a story about a guy beating the devil in a game of three card Monte. A guy becoming possessed by his house (tThe House That Jack Rebuilt) a'la Shining and the Haunting of Hill House. A variation of the Stephen King story Springheel Jack and a sequel to Christine. The first big story of my own was called Beauty and the Beast: a different vampyr love story. It was a bout three teenagers in a love triangle. The girl, the vampire, and one of the seven people destined to fight vampires. It had some sparks of decency but wasn’t really good, but it was nearly three hundred pages. It was full of action and bad teen angst and sex. Well, I was a teenage boy and what do teenage boys think about. The second big story was The Chronicles of Gatean. It was two hundred pages and the story was barely getting started. It’s size scared me. I had a map of the kingdom, a history of races, kings, wars and all kind of good stuff. (I lost all my old stuff about two years ago.) Then there came the biggest eclipse in my life, my former girlfriend Kristina. For eight years we were together and all she ever said to me was that I had no talent writing and should give it up to focus on a better job so she wouldn’t have to work so hard. She used to always tell me that no one liked me and that was why none of her friends ever came over. She was such the ray of sunshine. She broke up with me on our eighth anniversary with an engagement ring in my pocket. She was seeing my best friend, they got married, she gained like eighty pounds and he gave her the gift that keeps giving. That’s right it starts with an H. Do you like apples? How bout them apples? It has taken me a long time to be able to write again. Like my cooking, I think everything I write tastes bad. I feel like whatever I am trying to get across fails. I try to write with the strongest emotions that I can. Sometimes I write a certain scenes over and over until they bring me to the brink of tears. Then I am angry later when that emotion doesn’t come through. I want people to feel, to anguish, to cry, to laugh, to sympathize, to hate. I want it to be like Johnny Cash’s version of Hurt. If you can listen to it and not hear the pain and hurt in his voice then there is something wrong with you. I am a product of my surroundings, a pop culture junkie. Music, movies, books, tv, quotes. I spread references to them in everything I write. I am a font of useless information. On my yahoo page I have listings of my top ten movies in various categories. From best overall, to worst, to best action, drama, foreign, comedy, musical, horror, action, and so on. If you think movies cant help with writing try Good Will Hunting, Crash, Million Dollar Baby, and any thing by Tarantino. It’s some of the most realistic conversations you’ll find. My music tastes run the entire gamut. I listen to just about everything and everyone. If you think that music cant help your writing just listen to or read some of the lyric’s by Johnny Cash, Kris Kristopherson, Willie Nelson, Tommy Johnson, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, Eminem, Paul McCartney, John Lennon, Hank Williams and the list continues. Of course the authors. Lets go old and come forward. Shelley, Stoker, Bradburry, Matheson, Sturgeon, Asimov, Hienlien, Poe, Hemmingway, Strieber, King, Crighton, That should be enough of the last name crowd. Try also, Lee Child, Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child, Jeffery Deaver, Jim Butcher, Anne Bishop, Anne Rice, JK Rowling, Chris Poalini, Mo Hayder, John Ramsey Miller, S.E. Hinton, Chuck Palahniuk, Dan Brown, Steve Berry, James Patterson and John Connelly to name a few. The biggest influence on my writting now is Chuck Palahniuk just because after reading his dark satire I thought to myself, By all the Gods, you can write like that and it’s okay. And thus was birthed Perpetual Rage. So now that I have rambled, I shall answer the question. Why do I write? I write to sooth the savage beast, to give voice to my demons, to make it so the good guy doesn’t always win, the hero doesn’t always get the girl, to show that not everything is black and white there are greys, and not everyone lives to see the sunrise. I write as a catharsis for the pain in my life, past and present. I write to make you cry, to make you hate, to make you feel. Good bad or indifferent. I write without an outline until I need one. I write make believe until some auto-biography is needed. I write what I want until the character tells me different. I write because if I didn’t I would go mad. I write because if I didn’t I would rage. I write because if I didn’t I would cry. I write because the voices have something to say and I can’t argue with them anymore. And my movie qoute of the day is from Christopher Walken (again); He'll deliver more justice in a weekend than ten years of your courts and tribunals. And they're gonna wish they never touched a hair on her head. A man can be an artist... in anything, food, whatever. It depends on how good he is at it. Creasey's art is death. He's about to paint his masterpiece. Rayburn-- Man on FIre Until that day, then. Until that day. Keep writing Keep reading. |
| I am about to blaspheme, thank God Harry Potter day is over. By all the gods of writing it was crazy in the bookstore yesterday with people having to buy everything Potter. Books, bookmarks, chocolate frogs, Bernie Bott's, Rice Krispie lighting bolts, magic wands, CD, cassette, slipcased special editions. I was so glad when my eight hours was up and I could go home. The first chapter is good by the way. lol. I mean we all have a litte lemming in us. Right? Sometime this week I have to go see Wedding Crashers, just cuz. I didn't write anything yesterday, that concrete stopper has gotten smaller but it's still there. I can see where I want to go I just cant get there. It's kind of irritating. It will happen eventually, I hope. lol. I was trying to think of a ood qoute to leave with today. Instead of going with Christopher Walken I figured I would try someone different. I figured Al Pacino would be good. Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-hah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here. Colonel Slade; Scent of a Woman (it's one of my favorite movies) May your dreams be nightmares and give you inspiration. edyhdrawde keep writing keep reading |
| I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel. No wait that was Johnny Cash. Today I tried to write chapter a new chapter five for Perpetual Rage, but alas Eddye's voice was lost to me. I tried to introduce Father Micheal in The Savior first chapter of the Chronicles of Gatean. I couldn't see the scene. I tried alittle of this a little of that. Nothing worked. I couldnt write my way out of a wet paper bag. Then I realized someone had put a giant concrete stopper in the well of my imagination. So I did the only thing I could do. I got out my mining hat with the big flashlight. I got my drill, my hammer and pick. I attacked the stopped with all my energy. The light on my helmet went out, the head to the hammer fell off, and the drill slipped from the stopper and broke the pick. I guess today was not my day to write. It's really frustrating because I saw wear I wqanted to go with Eddye today but he refused to be led. Father Micheal I just couldn't bring into focus. Oh well, thems tha breaks. So for my last qoute from Christopher Walken; The way your dad looked at it, this watch was your birthright. He'd be damned if any of the slopes were gonna get their greasy yellow hands on his boy's birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something: his ass. Five long years, he wore this watch up his ass. Then when he died of dysentery, he gave me the watch. I hid this uncomfortable piece of metal up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the watch to you. Captian Koons, PULP FICTION. peace and hair grease. edyhdrawde Keep reading keep writing keep reviewing. |
| You know like most people here I really want nothing more than to be considered a writer. Don't know that I will ever make it. My mind wont stay focused enough on one story at a time to ever finish one. I did when I was a teenager but all my old material is lost. Chronicles of Gatean was the only thing I have considered redoing. There were many short short stories and poetry. Not to mention one completed novel and two half completed. Gatean being one of the halfways. I was at near two hundred pages and their journey was not even halfway done. Anyway lately my mind wants to write all kinds of thing at once. Perpetual Rage being at the forefront, but there are chapters of Gatean in the wings, as well as at least four different stories with my cop guy Price. Will they ever get to paper or portfolio. Doubtful, but I am trying. So my planes yesterday were to review five new things on the website. I got a little carried away. I reviewed ten items, joined two groups, a writing assignment contest and posted chapter four for Perpetual Rage.It were a busy busy day And today for my qoute from the great thespian Christopher Walken; I feel like a little boy who's lost his first tooth, put it under his pillow, waiting for the tooth-fairy to come. Only two evil burglars have crept in my window, and snatched it, before she could get here... Wait a second, do you understand the CONCEPT of the tooth-fairy? Explain it to them... Wait. She takes the god damned thing, and gives you a quarter. They've got my tooth. I want it back. Hatcher, the RUNDOWN later days and frito lays edyhdrawde keep writing, keep reading, keep reviewing |
| So we went to see the Fantastic Four yesterday. While I enjoyed it, pop culture geek that I am, I would not recommend it except to the most severe of comic book fans. I think they left out the story somewhere along the way. Like I said I enjoyed it just to finally see the FF on screen. And the family interaction between the four was right on comic book wise. So I think sometime today or tomorrow I will put up Chapter Four in Perpetual Rage; Family, Puppy Love, and Uncle Joe's Farm. Here's hoping anyway. So I have been maiking the rounds on the site here trying to review 4 to 5 items aday. There is some really good stuff in here. (If you would like me to review something of yours just drop a line) Also I have decided to use the Plug Pages and Nicotico's PLug Your Favorite Item's
So I have left suggestions with every post for, other writing.com authors, books, movies, and comic graphic novels. Today I shall leave you with a qoute from the great thespian; Christopher Walken (you have to read it imitating his voice) You watch those nature documentaries on the cable? You see the one about lions? You got this lion. He's the king of the jungle, huge mane out to here. He's laying under a tree, in the middle of Africa. He's so big, it's so hot. He doesn't want to move. Now the little lions come, they start messing with him. Biting his tail, biting his ears. He doesn't do anything. The lioness, she starts messing with him. Coming over, making trouble. Still nothing. Now the other animals, they notice this. They start to move in. The jackals; hyenas. They're barking at him, laughing at him. They nip his toes, and eat the food that's in his domain. They do this, then they get closer and closer, bolder and bolder. Till one day, that lion gets up and tears the shit out of everybody. Runs like the wind, eats everything in his path. Cause every once in a while, the lion has to show the jackals, who he is. So go out there, and show them you're a lion. edyhdrawde keep writing keep reading |
| I have gotten a handful a reviews for chapter Three of Perpetual Rage and they have been better than I expected. It seems I got across most of what I wanted to. I am relieved, but I still find myself unsatisfied with it. Such it is to write. I guess my problem is that the the chapter wan't as much fun as the first two because it actually dealt with the "real" Eddye. Still noone has figured out the character's name, Eddye H. Ward. I find it kind of amusing. You know the funny thing is on this website I tend to get long winded but when I write sometimes I have a hard time stretching something by a paragraph or two. I am not a fan of long chapters so I tend to try and say what I have to say and run out the door. I tend to lean more toward the short chapters of Jeffery Deaver and away from the cotton candy fluff of James Patterson. I shall be leaving shortly for lunch with friends. MMM mongolian buffet. If you havent had it try it. In a word amazing. Then we are going to see Fantastic Four. I know I am in for a letdown after the great comic movies of the year (Sin CIty, Batman Begins) But we shall see maybe it will be better than I think. So today I will leave you with suggested comic book reading. Because I just love to spread my opinion. Watchmen- Alan Moore & Dave Gibbons. If you get a chance it is amazing. It pushed comics from just for kids to oh my god they did what. Best character Rhorsharch. Best line: Who Watches The Watchmen. How big Brotheresque. Batman: Year One- Frank Miller. The ultimate redefinition of the Batman. 30 Days of Night- dont remember the writer but is for all the horror fans out there. A group of Vampires goes to Alaska during the 30 days of darkness there. As always I have rambled enough. See you in the funny papers Keep writing Keep reading |
| I retyped and finished my addition to Shattered Angel's fireside story. I still feel like an idiot for pasting over it originally. Also last night I managed to finish my draft of chapter three for Perpetual Rage. I kind of feel mixed about the results. I tried to write the character with a little more compassion and sympathy in his dealing with the "ghost" of his girlfriend. I also tried to hint that while he holds himself responsible for her death, he might not have actually killed her like he said. I wanted to evoke a feeling of sadness and loss to the character. I dont know that I succeeded. Instead of suggesting an author on the website to read or a book to read today I will leave you with three movies suggestions. I figured since I spread movie qoutes in my stories I can recommend a few movies. Crash- written by the same guy who wrote Million Dollar Baby. It's is an interesting study on the forms of racism and it has some of the most amazing dialogue and acting I have seen this year. Frailty- by first time director Bill Paxton. Through most of the movie you think that this family is totally looney, then you discover that well maybe not. Interesting with a dark gothic feel. And last Moulin Rouge- because everytime I watch it I have a goofy grin on my face. Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman both sing very well in it and Ewan is an amazing singer. The film takes at least two, and up to five, modern songs and makes one song out of them. It's brilliantly done. From Baz Luhrman the man he brought you CLaire Danes and Leanoardo DiCaprio in Romeo and Juliet. Enough rambling for now. Keep writing keep reading. |
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