So somebody's been gossiping behind my back, saying I should write something like this. =P Well, I'm not much of a poet, but as far as I could tell there was no rhyme nor reason to that, nor any metrical structure. I'm probably wrong, but I know precious little of poetry anyway, and so I will leave it up to you to tell me whether this is a poem or not. Fifteen minutes of trying something like the previously mentioned poem, and this was the result: Pain and sorrow let loose to kill, Joy and bl
You told me never to play this song again. If promises were LEGO they could seldom be broken, but most promises are composed of that cheap stuff they use to may Happy Meal toys. Besides, I kept my promise not to mention it any time soon. This isn't soon. Worry not; I will keep it brief. The Second Death is now available in paperback from Createspace (preferable) or Amazon for $11.99. Add in shipping and handling, and if you've got about sixteen or seventeen bucks to burn and no Kindle to b
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
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
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
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
I'll go into greater, more specific details re the purposes of this, which should be essentially self-explanatory, but for the moment I'd like to ask you guys a favor. I merely ask you to look at these two synopses I've drafted and elect your preference. Mix and match if you wish, share your thoughts, let me know if it's the type of synopsis that would entice you to read a book. Thanks! A Mockingbird was a drowsy town in rural Lancaster Pennsylvania, a place where nothing ever happened and
The bane of any writer is the dreaded staunching of the creative energies. The cause of this disease is hard to place. Some say it is indolence. Some say it is tied closely with diet and appetite, and the same things that affect both. Whatever the cause may be, I have developed a surefire, failsafe, foolproof, certifiably success-guaranteed cure to this onerous disease. You will need: - One bed - One pillow - One rope (a sturdy twine will do) Directions: Step 1. Lie on the bed, face up.
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
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
Simple question. When you're reading a book, how do you feel about accent? What do you like to see, and what do you dislike? Do you prefer to be free from the occasional phonetic spellings? I'd like to hear your thoughts. Or perhaps, "I'd like to heah yore though's." Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith
I have an announcement that's going to make Kraggh vomit a modicum in his mouth, tear out his hair, and weep uncontrollably for the lamentable prospects of the written word. And while this bit of news may strike terror into the hearts of some, I could probably name a greater number who will be pleased, perhaps a few who would even be thrilled. What am I leading up to? Nuile wrote a novel. And he's publishing it. (Coming 1/12/13) Pattrick Clayton is a farmer in a somnolent Lancaster
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
(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
Is it your purpose to express yourself? Do you want to bring form to thought? Or are you just bored? Then why not pit your pencil against your fellow writers (or become a fellow writer if you are not!) and join the second Ambage Fortnightly Flash Fiction Contest? Come create with us, and discover meaning in experience! To dispense with the infomercial talk, the theme is "Pathfinding." Personally I have several ideas, and one of them may just involve a young boy wandering in the woods with
To get the former out of the way first, The Second Death will be yours free forever if you download it between January 26th (two days to go!) and January 30th. Now then, I would like to discuss the issue of whether 'tis nobler to say something, or to utter it, or perhaps to state it. Is it better to ask or to inquire? Bring adverbs into the equation, and the field becomes open to even greater argument. The simple fact is that every writer and every reader, too, has their own opinion about it
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
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
7. Run through the streets singing Yankee Doodle--all fifteen-or-so verses!--at the top of your lungs. 6. Call everyone you see "comrade." 5. Remind everyone how this day is a day of remembering and honoring our belligerent founding fathers' disrespect for authority. 4. Mail letters to all your British friends--gloating! 3. Write a short story about a professional baseball player. Then, reveal it to be nothing but a young boy's daydream, suddenly shattered when he hits a baseball through a windo
15. Every vote is a word promoting and inspiring the divine arts of literature. Help bring a master of the craft one step closer to the hard-earned glory he deserves! 14. The fact is, your vote counts! Even the best entries might only win by one vote--if they win at all! Do you want terrible entries to win just because they're popular? Do you want to be personally responsible for the next Twilight? 13. You are advocating Unity. 12. It is your Duty. 11. It is your Destiny. 10. You are s
Every now and then, we all feel a little despondence. We lose hope or confidence and we feel down. Especially when we're about to tackle a daunting task, we all have our misgivings. The specific thought that brings this all to mind is National Novel Writing Month. A lot of writers are dedicating themselves to the task of writing a hefty 50,000 words during the course of the ensuing month, and that is no simple task. So for them, for anyone who needs a little inspiration, I offer this poem. I
