Posts tagged Life
Well folks, it’s been a good ride on this planet Earth. But, according to the Mayans, this bitch is coming to an end in a few hours. If that’s the case, why bother posting something here on the Jackverse? Well, I have to say ‘goodbye’ to everyone who was so kind to hang around my world — even if only for a fragment of their lives. So as you now wander free, among the rubble strewn about the wasteland, I thought you might want to know, the Zombie King is out there looking for fellow travelers.
The human animal can be one of the cruelest of all in the kingdom. For reasons we may never know, humans dive deep into dark depths before anyone around them gets a chance to prevent the plunge. When the plunge is made — bad things happen, very bad things.
Take for instance the tragedy that occurred in Connecticut. A man with a personality disorder, and immediate access to guns, guns down a room full of children. Innocent lives were destroyed. This tragedy has brought many a voice together in discussion on the why, how, and what next of this issue. The truth is… we don’t know the answers.
We’ve all said it before — “in the grand scheme of things…” What does it mean? When you drop in relativity, that grand scheme stranges out very quickly. Not only that, but moment to moment the grand scheme shifts and morphs. So, what is the grand scheme of things? Let’s go all Tears For Fears and break it down.
Everything in nature must adhere to laws — physics, math, the food chain, the bro code… everything has it’s fundamental guideposts to follow. The Jackverse is not immune to such laws. Of course, in the Jackverse, only I must really abide by these laws — even should the Dude himself pass by, he would not be required to abide. Even so, I implore you to read on. In the end, you’ll only wind up learning more about Jack than you probably ever cared to know. And so, with that — wrap your fingers around your favorite beverage (or whatever you like to wrap your fingers around) and let’s get on with the Laws O’ jack.
As many of you know, I am taking a very short breaking from the zombieverse to go back to some of my best friends in the Fringe Killer series. At the moment I am about twenty five percent complete with the first draft of Endgame and I wanted to share with you something I experienced last night while writing.
Let’s face it, if you are a writer or a creative type of any sort you hold a great deal of sympathy when I mention how much my day job gets in the way of my creative process. Seriously, give it some thought — we typically work eight hours a day. During those eight hours (and who in the hell pulled the number 8 out of their stanky butt cracks should be pimp slapped a few times) the delicate whispers of the muse will probably tickle our ear drums numerous times. And what can we do about it?
As a writer, we have to make leaps of faith on a daily basis. Be it for a story line we have developed, dropping a character into a scene that might not work out, a title, a book cover, a blurb for a book…the list of leaps goes on and on. But there is one leap of faith we must eventually take that make them all pale in comparison.
OMG! @jlwallen wnts us to trend hz book #ABLADEAWAY asap. R U with me #indiewriters? How much does that sentence really say? Read between the lines, see what there is to see within the magic of the characters. Something that started out as a simply way for people to microblog every moment of their lives has become something far greater, far more overwhelming. Twitter is now more a marketing/networking tool as it is a social tool.
If I had been able to talk when I was born, I wonder if I’d have come out into the world making things up. As a little girl I not only loved to be the center of attention, but I liked to garner that attention with the most outrageous and ridiculous stories. In elementary school I could often be found at the teacher’s desk enduring lectures about how no one liked a fibber… Thinking back on it now, I wonder how many storytellers are given this slap on the wrist and told, “Making up stories is bad!”
I wanted to write something profound today. I really did. I wanted to fire up WordPress and pen some verbiage that would make everyone just stare at their screens in absolute astonishment and shame that they hadn’t written those very same words. Instead, I found myself just staring at my screen…totally void of anything to say. I realized that sometimes the words simply aren’t there, a glimmer of an idea won’t come, and the muse followed Elvis out of the building on the hunt for the perfect cheeseburger (which is ironic since I’m a vegetarian.)
I was going for a run the other day when a memory hit me with a right-hook. I should preface this by saying much of the memories of my youth have been, for whatever reason, blocked out. So when a memory hits me, it hits me hard and fast. This memory in particular really took me by surprise, as it was very fitting that I would remember it now. The memory? The first time I took a real, honest stab at writing.
Back when I was in graduate acting school (Go Boilermakers!) I had a movement teach who served as my first real role model. One day in class he instructed every student to go roam the campus in search of something, anything, that would move us. During that exorcise I happened across a thirteen-lined ground squirrel that had, for unknown reasons, lost the use of it’s hind legs. The little guy was dragging himself around with his front legs as if life was meant to be lived that way. That moment went beyond “moving me”. It changed me.