I compiled a list to keep me on track of all my projects that pertain to writing, and I thought I'd share it. On BZP: - Co-host the Ambage - Keep up with SSCC reviews - A long list of "to-reads" - Plan and write Nothing Destined with AZBlue and Tekulo - Post The Last Avatar Elsewhere: - Write a series of mystery puzzles - Script a comic series for an artist - Collaborate on a tongue-in-cheek article on gaming - Write an article on detective fiction - Coordinate a writing club In Life: -
Here I've compiled my list of achievements: Into the Sky(pe)! - Participate in a Skype Write Off (5 Points) Passion Manuscript Kiddie Pool - Post a short story. (10 Points) In the Jungle I Bet You Think You're Funny - Post a comedy. (10 Points) A Game of Ponies The Typewriter is Dead - Post a compiled total of 10 works across all forums. (25 Points) In the Jungle, Karzahni's Locker, Stellar Quest: The Black Gate Opens, Gold and Silver Remembrances, Jungle Beauty, Jungle Rhythm, Lhii and
It started out slowly and gained speed as it went along, becoming an exciting tale of espionage. It follows the adventures of one Peter Gudge, whom I can describe as nothing more than a bum, as he by happenstance becomes a spy for big business in "American City" in an attempt to root out Communism. I don't particularly care for the style of Mr. Sinclair, and though it is an interesting story, I personally cannot stand that knavish poltroon the writer calls his protagonist. If my words have
So I had the song from Disney's Mulan stuck in my head, and suddenly in place of "how could I make a man out of you?" I started singing "how could I love any one but you?" And so the irresistible urge to rewrite the whole song to suit these lyrics struck me, and so here it is. . . . I really have no excuse to give. I've got news to tell you So lend me your ears Remember all the things That I told you dear You're the prettiest girl I ever met You're so sweet And charming
This is the result of my first Ambage Write-off. Just managed to finish in the fifteen minutes allotted. Theme: Passion Twinkle, Twinkle The fading sunlight shimmered on her dancing hair, turning her raven-black head to an aureole to frame her cordate, angelic face. I swung my short legs off the edge of the bench as we leaned back, laughing at the joke I had just told. “Patt,” she giggled, “you’re such a dork.” I grinned. “But I’m an amusing dork.” She tossed her head, and the
. . . It's a little slice of heaven secluded in an unassuming pocket of the world I never before ventured to. I've lived in this town most of my life, and never been there. Now I'll never go to another bookstore. My pickings: By Agatha Christie: They Came to Baghdad The Blue Train Mystery The Labors of Hercules The Secret Adversary The Secret of Chimneys Murder at Hazelmoor The Witness for the Prosecution and other stories Cat Among the Pigeons Curtain And: To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper
Eleven years. Was it really that long ago? . . . And yet, was it truly so recent? Eleven years. I was a mere child. I had no idea what was going on. It didn't affect me. Now I look back, I recollect the memories of others; and I think. I wonder: What are we really remembering here? An evil deed. A horrific tragedy. A good deed. A great wonder. An evil deed. I won't delve into that. Iniquitous men sacrificed themselves for their beliefs; it's a twisted act of distorted heroism. But while
Yes, I'm complacent; and yes . . . NUILE JOINED SKYPE Big, bold letters, as promised, Aderia. To Ambage letters at large, I hope to see you all soon and enjoy a few write-offs. In the near future I'll also be hosting as occasioned. I'm looking forward to it! I'll see you tonight, if I can get that infernal "loading" wheel to stop spinning eternally. . . . Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith
Dear readers, I challenge you to a game of chess! Yes, that's right, all of you. At once. How does it work? Simple. I'm black. The rest of you are white. Therefore, if it's white's turn, comment here with your move. Just to be fair, I'll say a given member can not move more than twice in a row. Okay, so this eye test chart below is actually a makeshift chess board. E for empty. N for Knight, because King got K. So on and so forth, see? The bottom right square is A1; the upper right corner is
A great misfortune has this day afflicted the world. I think we can all agree that there is nothing to do in the face of such woe as this but to lament affectionately and honor the deceased. On this day has taken leave of the mortal world one arachnid by the name of Theodore; that's right, that aforementioned spider, one of the insect kingdom's wisest of creatures, one of the most misunderstood forms of life, and one of the most tragic losses to befall this planet. But let us bow to his valian
You make lemonade. Opportunities are funny things; they call them chances because, indeed, opportunity relies a little upon chance. At times they'll come when you least want them, at others they won't come when you do. And they always say when an opportunity presents itself, seize it; I say, present yourself to an opportunity and let it seize you. As an example, the other night I was toying with a dismembered Phantoka Makuta body and observed non-sequitur to my brother, "Has it ever happened
That's Buddy, Sally and Mel from The Dick Van Dyke Show, not to mention a bit appearance by Alan Brady. Danny Thomas also appears, and later Granny from The Beverly Hillbillies. Okay, but how was the movie? Without giving anything away, it's about Charlie (Morey Amsterdam) and two female co-workers going into the book business, and getting mixed up in an espionage intrigue and a bank robbery. Basically, this is what they did before animated talking-animal movies came into vogue, only better
Tekulo, AZBlue and I will here be brainstorming ideas and discussing details for the upcoming epic we will be collaborating on. Therefore the comments included herein will contain spoilers. YE BE WARNED. Team logo. What do you think? Huh? Huh? Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith
For the past few weeks, cradled gently in the center of a modest web, an arachnid has hung in my writing window. I have watched him, day after day, week after week, setting upon the prey that flies unwittingly into his net, or rocking in the breeze. I have seen the dew drops hang from each glistening strand in the growing sunlight. I have watched the great care with which he tends his home, strengthening and expanding it diurnally with fresh threads of silk, or carefully cutting loose fallen lea
A while back in a dazzling epiphany I got this idea for an epic, but alas I doubt very highly if I should have the time to write it. I'm busy with other, more important literary projects. However, if I find enough interested parties, I'm sure I could find the time to take it in shifts with them to write this. In other words, I'm asking you, my adoring fans harsh critics gullible followers dear friends, if you would like to partake with me in telling a new tale. Now, I admit it's not th
I'm a writer, after all, and a writer writes. This title is no misnomer. And I figure this will be safer here than in the black hole of Completely Off Topic. So I present, without further ado . . . Guardian Angel I see a sun-bathed field strewn with children, laughing, screaming, running. I see one tag another and backpedal. The new It takes off like a shot. As I watch, two of them give up the game. While the others continue, they sequester themselves in the embrace of a watchful oak
(The title is longer than the entry.) For those who aren't aware of it, Hahli Husky is currently hosting the second BZPower Library Summer Olympics. The short story competitions, with a branch each in COT and the Library, are now open for entry, lasting until the 24th of August. I strongly encourage you--yes, you, right there, and don't you think that I don't know who you are--to enter, because sadly this contest has been pretty quiet, nothing like the last. And after all, I can't win witho
Inanities aside, let's get on to things that really matter, huh? . . . Books! Reviews for three I have recently read. The Film Mystery by Arthur B. Reeve Let me just say . . . yelch. Though it was a well-plotted mystery, the revelation and the solution itself were awful. And there's certainly nothing in his writing style, in its own right a bit hard to swallow at times, to make a bad mystery worth suffering. That's the first, and last, that I'll read of his novels. So I won't
My second entry and I'm already logging inanities? But this caught my eye, and I just had to share it. Looks rather familiar, does it not? Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith
As the cover lifts off the precious pages, among the first things you see in any book are the various credits. It is only fair, therefore, as a first order of business to give credit where it is due. For my Premier Membership I owe my thanks entirely to GSR and his giveaway. The drawing ended, as GSR explained to me, with my name in the fourth slot, and there were only three prizes. However, after over two weeks of inactivity and failure to claim his prize, one of the winners was disqualified, a
