Hello and welcome. My name is Jack, and for around a decade, my "muse," whatever you conceive that to be, has been lying in a coma, rising occasionally to spout a line or two of gibberish, then falling back into oblivion. While I wait for her return, I offer reviews and this blog. Feel free to partake, but don't get too excited; the wake is still in progress. But thanks for your support, by the way. You guys are the best!
Kåre เลียม Enga ~ Tell me about it! Sometimes I look at myself and see one of those 90-year-old rockers from the '60s who doesn't have the God-given sense to hang it up. They're still on tour being wheeled out on a gurney and wheezing through an abbreviated set, thinking they're God's gift to music when all they're doing is destroying their own legacy ... J
Raven ~ That's the way it used to be for me; I saw stories everywhere I looked. Now it just irritates me. I was going to say annoys, but what I feel is much stronger than that ... J
Now I'm just imagining a stocking with locking forceps in them...and WHY they might be there. My brain kind of wants this to be a mystery story, but it could also be the opener of a horror story, or I suppose, if you're a nicer person than me, a comedy...
Tres cool. I've been cursed by one of those. Now that it's given up on writing, it teases me around the house. Fer example, we have a pair of those locking tweezers like you'd see in a clinic. Very handy. And when I need them, I can picture them in the junk drawer. I can picture them in the can that holds our extra silverware. I can picture them on my nightstand. I can picture them in the Christmas stockings that haven't been hung yet! This stuff is killing me; never mind that I can never find anything. I need a new hobby... J
Not much, myself... My goals are floating like butterflies and my net has some holes! Looking forward to the Orphan Princess...
And let me tell you, my imaginary friends were the ones telling me stories every night until I decided to start writing them down. To this day, the slightest moment, word, song, image, poem, will fill my head with movies more interesting than anything I could watch. I have an overactive imagination and I put it to good use
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Good morning, my friends, and I hope it finds you well. It still finds me struggling. Anyone who has paid more than casual attention to my scribblings here knows that for decades I was a writer until one day about a decade ago the muse left for parts unknown. That's the external story, the one that everybody sees who takes more than a casual glance. Today, I'm going to share the internal story, the one I feel and wrestle with every waking moment.
This is how I view the Craft of writing: Whether your goal is to become educated or be entertained, whether your chosen medium is books, movies, TV shows, plays, comedy skits, or eulogies, all have one thing in common: None of them exist without writers. I have been a part of that community, and it's something I've lost. I feel that loss deeply, and I want with all my heart and soul to get it back. I've started story after story only to see them die in utero. My family know how bad I want this. On Father's Day I was gifted the Lore Masters Deck and on my birthday, the Story Engine Deck plus its horror supplement, Written in Ash and Bone. These are inspired prompt generators, and I'll provide a link below.
But that isn't my point. I had some of these cards out playing around with them, and I realized that I don't need a prompt. I have nearly a dozen stories right here in my port that I've abandoned in frustration. They all grew from good ideas that I formed without any prompts other than my own imagination. If I can't bring those home to satisfying conclusions, what am I going to find in those boxes? Maybe if I can get my love affair with the Craft rekindled, then the cards might spark some future projects, but right now, it's all on me to fish or cut bait. These are unfinished stories that began in a blaze of glory then fell by the wayside as interest waned and boredom set in:
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They are Legend (18+) Heroes? Villains? It's all in the viewpoint, and everyone thinks they're righteous.
BOOK
Hunter's Creed (18+) They say it takes one to know one. So how evil must a man be to be a hunter of evil?
The Orphan Princess (18+) Politics and Adventure in an Ocean of Fantasy. Current project under construction.
(If prompted for a passkey, it is ATTIC)
These are completed stories that were intended to be the genesis of series, but for one reason or another, I never followed up on them:
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The Akuma Files (18+) Sometimes you need a detective agency for cases that are other than ordinary.
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The Breakdown (18+) She ran until she couldn't run anymore. Then she found her place
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Safe Haven (18+) Havens are where you find them, and some of them are safer than others.
Eight stories waiting for life, and here I am looking for prompts. Do you have any opinions on these stories all waiting to start? Do any of them intrigue you in a way that would make you want to see where they might go? I'm not saying that I'll ever finish any of them, but I don't want to sit on the sidelines watching the sand in my hourglass run out, and maybe a word of encouragement or an expression of curiosity over one or another of them would get me pointed in a direction that's more likely to lead somewhere then not. I deem it worth a look, hence this particular post on this particular morning. Any thoughts?
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