THE WILD HUNT- Pitch to Image Comics. Written by Eric Bass, Masterfully Illustrated by Ibrahim Moustafa - Pages 1 - 5, plus Cover Mockup.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
In Brief, to my defense.
The entries into this particular blog have, on occasion, been remarkably brief. From the random commentary on the assault to my olfactory senses. To the sporadic riff about my love of movies and bringing my daughter into the Marvel collective.
And most times, I'm writing these entries, in areas where writing in one's blog, is expressly verboten. I will no divulge where, that would be telling, but if you know me, you know from whence I write. And knowing that I should be doing other things, sadly does not offer a secret thrill of, getting away with something. Blogging clandestinely, isn't the same as having a romp in the bathroom of a movie theater, or stealing a piece of candy from the display case. It's this studious, hunkered down, looking more at the keys than the screen, type of thing, that requires (to a lessor or greater degree) uninterrupted space and time.
When you're writing, you don't want to field a barrage of questions about, JQuery, or HTML Validation, or having the "it's time to clean your fridge, because the condiments are battling the thing that used to be salami" argument. These are things that don't sprinkle, they dowse you with muse abusive distraction, that you can't shake rapidly, or at all in most instances.
So why do I write in places where interruptions will come at me like hordes of sugar crazed pre-teens, and I'm wearing a gumdrop suit?
It's a need. I need to write, I finally achieved that "golden level", where writing is like breathing and if I don't do it, I gasp and suffocate, expire and die. Well, not so fatalistic, but I would not want to be around me, when I haven't written anything, and the craving to do so is upon me. You'd have a better time with a tweaking crackhead, than you would with me and the muse is back. She's dry and willing to cooperate, provided we seclude ourselves, fortified with donuts from the "The Doughnut Plant" and coffee from Starbucks.
In brief, to my defense, they're in the neighborhood.
And most times, I'm writing these entries, in areas where writing in one's blog, is expressly verboten. I will no divulge where, that would be telling, but if you know me, you know from whence I write. And knowing that I should be doing other things, sadly does not offer a secret thrill of, getting away with something. Blogging clandestinely, isn't the same as having a romp in the bathroom of a movie theater, or stealing a piece of candy from the display case. It's this studious, hunkered down, looking more at the keys than the screen, type of thing, that requires (to a lessor or greater degree) uninterrupted space and time.
When you're writing, you don't want to field a barrage of questions about, JQuery, or HTML Validation, or having the "it's time to clean your fridge, because the condiments are battling the thing that used to be salami" argument. These are things that don't sprinkle, they dowse you with muse abusive distraction, that you can't shake rapidly, or at all in most instances.
So why do I write in places where interruptions will come at me like hordes of sugar crazed pre-teens, and I'm wearing a gumdrop suit?
It's a need. I need to write, I finally achieved that "golden level", where writing is like breathing and if I don't do it, I gasp and suffocate, expire and die. Well, not so fatalistic, but I would not want to be around me, when I haven't written anything, and the craving to do so is upon me. You'd have a better time with a tweaking crackhead, than you would with me and the muse is back. She's dry and willing to cooperate, provided we seclude ourselves, fortified with donuts from the "The Doughnut Plant" and coffee from Starbucks.
In brief, to my defense, they're in the neighborhood.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Cabblog 07.07.12
Well, the cab ONLY smells of tacos AND feet. To which on this hellishly hot day...is a blessing.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Bedtime Blog 6-28-11
In a few short hours, I'll rise to go to work. Where the most creative thing I'll do, is have conversations with a co-worker, about self publishing, and writing good stories.
We'll also talk about the daily battle against conflicting urges, one to do the work we earn a salary for, and the other being, the urge to work on our own endeavors. Work will undoubtedly win out, yet the urge to dive headlong into that which brings us joy, floats just out of reach, on the recycled air, like the hint of sweet fruit, on deserted isle.
Hard not to get all "prosey" when you're sleepy. G'night Blogknockers.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The mind is the only muscle, you can excercise, while doing nothing.
Although the title would lead one to think otherwise, this is not a missive about sloth. Nor is it an essay on laziness and the mental benefits obtained therein. It intimates how an idea hit me, and what I was doing,m when it did. Like most of my idea, they come in the midst of me doing something mindless, or repetitive, or pointless, like watching television. And while watching an episode of "Law & Order: SVU", my mind mused on the possibility of writing short stories, and posting them on my blog. Now, I don't want to do this for notice, or exposure...
(which in someways flies in the face of writing a blog entry about writing short stories, that aren't for the purpose of exposure...can you see the cyclical insanity this generates?)
...I want to do this to get them out of my head, and if anyone wanted to read them, especially my friends and family, here they would be, for all to see, ad infinitum internetis. So, in the coming days, weeks, or months, I intend to post whether weird, interesting, amusing, dark, depraved story enters my brain, and post it here. I'm hoping that in so doing, I'll become a better writer, and in turn, write better. And so on, and so on, and so on...
(which in someways flies in the face of writing a blog entry about writing short stories, that aren't for the purpose of exposure...can you see the cyclical insanity this generates?)
...I want to do this to get them out of my head, and if anyone wanted to read them, especially my friends and family, here they would be, for all to see, ad infinitum internetis. So, in the coming days, weeks, or months, I intend to post whether weird, interesting, amusing, dark, depraved story enters my brain, and post it here. I'm hoping that in so doing, I'll become a better writer, and in turn, write better. And so on, and so on, and so on...
Saturday, June 18, 2011
My life as a writer yields beauty.
I'm not sure if I'm the only writer/artist, who sees the intrinsic beauty of this picture. But I for one think its truly beautiful.
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