How to think of ideas for writing:

I try to keep my titles short and concise, because I heard once it is more appealing to see a short title, always we must cut off all unnecessary things.  Because I imagine with so many things out there, everything vies for attention, one must make the package so short for that reason.  Anyway, I didn’t do that obviously.  7 words is a fairly long title.

Anyway I digress..
So i am writing a short.  And I have spent a lot of time not being inspired to write things.  Or writing without inspiration and then losing the feel of what I am trying to write.

So many people have told me how important it is to write the plot.  But no one ever told me How to write a plot.  Basically Pantsers are writing by inspiration.  But sometimes the inspiration dries up (for me anyway) when I tell myself:  Now, You.. Sandra.. Write the Plot.  Now.  Tell me everything that will happen.  I have my notepad/paper and pencil out.
But then I dry up like the family well in dust bowl season.  And I think maybe I will leave the writing to someone else.
But story is everything right?  So we need to pick up our pants and get going.

Okay no more delay.  This may or may not be helpful to someone.  But it helped me when I realized it.

First off start out with putting down the images, the inspiring ideas that got you excited in the first place.  If there is no idea, then you may have blocked it out without realizing it, and be sure to jot down the next idea no matter if it sounds like it will be great or not.  And do that a few times.
These are the fragments.  They are unfortunately (at least not for me) becoming a full fledged beautiful story outline all by themselves.

So this is what I do.. I combine the pantser methods into the planning plotting stage.
So I am like well I need to know more about this character.. And then I pantser it.
Then I think how do these two people meet?  I ask all the plotting questions, and then I free write the answers.
Then later I look at what I got and try to piece the story together.  Then I start over again with the more refined questions until I have a decent story.  Ta da!
So simple and yet this method eluded me for a year or more.

I thought I had to approach the plotting stage like a dried up old accountant with a large mustache.  I thought I had to leave my now frowned on impulsiveness at the door.  And invite this refined pastry chef with plans and more plans for making the best flambee’.  But no, my impulsive ADHD side stays with me even for this part.  And now I can write my story out.

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Another side note, is let your story be whatever size it will be.  It may be fun to break out and change the length of the story.  Idk, that is just occurring to me.

OKAY that’s it.  Everyone Write Safely..  ((maniacal laughter))

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So You Want to Sleep in a Dungeon Eh?

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Dungeons are dangerous places where mortals fear to tread, save for those brave enough (or stupid and desperate enough).  Adventures throw their bodies and wits against dangerous traps, horrible horrors, and ravenous beasts all in the hopes of gaining some glory and loot.

However, often times, characters are tired after slogging through the dungeon for several hours and need to rest.  What happens when characters make camp in a place filled with unspeakable things?!

Just random encounters?  Naw!  Take a step to the plate and roll a d20 and enjoy!  PDF Version: So You Want to Sleep in a Dungeon Eh?!

So You Wanna Sleep in a Dungeon Eh?

1 An insect bites you in the night and you wake up with your face completely swollen.  -2 to perception checks for next 8 hours.
2 You wake up with strange leach-like creatures all over yourself and feel queasy.  -2 to…

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Some notes:

SNACKS:

Decaf coffee:  When I drink decaf coffee I notice it is even worse for me then not drinking coffee.  I will almost certainly pass out from tiredness on the couch at some point in the day of a decaf day.
Which if I had nothing I would not do.  I do not know why.  I know it doesn’t make any sense.  But there is also something very disappointing about a decaf coffee, when I drink.  The taste is fine, but it is missing something.. something important.

To sum up: decaf: a disappointing drink.

Rice cakes:  Also, a disappointing snack.. Actually they are delicious to me.  I love the light crunchiness.  That is why i got them.  They have the light touch of honey but it is light enough that I don’t feel like I am eating something unhealthy and still has all the emotional appeal- Oh hey I am eating a healthy rice cake, or a bran bar!  I will now fit in with those people who ride bikes places!
But then I feel like it goes nowhere near my stomach.  The rice puffs must somehow fly up in the atmosphere, because they are not filling!  I got a pack at CostCo, so I am aware that I spent 10 bucks on them, and there isn’t all that many.  I don’t even know how many I would have to eat before I was aware I ate something after…And so, as much as I love rice cakes, I am realizing this is not a realistic snack for me.

Dark Tower is coming to the movies!  Good or terrifying??  I love the series, read through 5 books of it so far… (for me that is a lot of love to a book series).  But O.  Did the trailer show 1..2..3.. books in one movie?!
Welp, that’s not the best sign, but I guess I will still give it a chance.

My Projects Update/Writing/Short Movie:  Been trying to write a script for a 3d short.. I have several stories(about 4 in my head now).  Many will all want to be larger then a 4 – 10 minute short.  But I have to start small.
Anyway I have really been trying to spend time writing and developing the ideas, and it’s really hard.  I don’t want to just throw something together, I want it to be good/ to be ‘right.’
I think one problem is trying to make a short movie, and at least starting out by myself, there is so much involved in that.  3d modeling/story boarding/writing/editing/rigging/animating/compositing/concept art/environment design/research/awareness of anatomy and perspectives (not in that order) along with other work i have to do.
But I have been feeling for months the digging feeling of, it’s time to get started..  And so i have.
I have been writing/story boarding and doing a lot of other things to prepare.  But it has been really hard to get back into writing.  I really have not been writing cause I have been too busy with the art side.  I am just hoping it will come together in the end.
The hardest part I think is starting with getting the inspiration and starting out the pantser, and then deciding to be a plotter and start really taking the idea and figuring it out better.  I can feel right when that happens in a story because you’ll suddenly not know what is going on with the characters and writing what is happening suddenly drops to be a lot harder.

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Life is not a game.

The Prime Directive

Life in human societies is full of games, but life itself is not a game. Ian Welsh discusses the concept of games within life, and life itself (I’ve written about open and close games here).

If you’ve played it, think SimCity – the city simulator. There are no win conditions. If you want to create a huge slum filled metropolis, great. A small utopian community with great public transit? Great. SimCity has no rules, it only has world simulation physics. These physics don’t match the real world, they are an approximation and a theory, and they limit how you play, but they don’t make SimCity a game: it’s a toy, you decide what sort of city you want. You can create your own win situation “when I create a city of 5 millions with an average income of over 50K”, but that’s not imposed by the program. With a…

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Jokes, Poetry, Thoughts

The Simpsons quotes:

“Attention, all honor students will be rewarded with a trip to an archaeological dig.” – Principal Skinner
“Yay!” – Honor Students
“Conversely, all detention students will be punished with a trip to an archaeological dig.” – Principal Skinner
“Oh, no.” – Detention Students
“Homer Simpson does not lie twice on the same form. He never has and he never will!” – Homer Simpson
“You lied dozens of times on our mortgage application.” – Marge Simpson
“Yeah, but they were all part of a single ball of lies.” – Homer Simpson

I do love the Simpsons, they are contained in a perfect universe of sorts that encapsulizes our world while also being their own thing.  They have been around almost as long as I have.  And they change over time I think, like people.  While never aging, rarely if ever changing jobs.  They change emotionally, and yet physically they stand still.  A picture, unlike with humans that can be examined and reexamined with a new story each week.

And some people say that Simpsons isn’t as good as it used to be, that it’s changed.  But is it the writers who have changed, or the characters themselves that have asked it of them to be changed?  One tells a story, and when a character says something unexpected, even as one wants to deny, it is often more lively to go along with them maybe.

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poem by me, Untitled:

i went to a war
but they said i wasn’t invited
i could kill, i said, begging
scoffing they replied i hadn’t had the blood

i wanted to challenge that
but i guess they were right
what good would it do anyway.

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Mini thoughts of the day: Philosophy: Deluze: A rhizome is something that does not have a particular order or hierarchy.  in a map for instance, there is no ‘starting’ point or ending point.

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On another note, the internet is a great opportunity to meet like minded people where you not normally.  But it is also frought with new challenges.  For one we can not see each other, and that creates a distance.  It is probably harder to get to know who someone is.
Also there is less consistency.  If someone puts up a blog and someone comments on it, there is no way of knowing who that will be.
Whereas at a place of work, it is often much more predictable for who and why people will talk to you.
Either way, the internet is still an interesting place.  One that for better or for worst people are using.
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Learning:
What is it that there is to learn?  And what will learning this thing ultimately do?
If I learn abstract algebra, will it change me for the better in some way?

Speaking of philosophy and these sorts of questions like to be or not to be, these sorts of questions are like trances as one could get locked in words without answers forever.

 

 

Ameta Phore

“Seeing a beautiful person like you is hot cider on a cold day to me.”
“The wha?”
“I don’t make sense much.. I’m a never ending road with no destination.”
“okay..” Her eyes are saying I’m nuts. And her feet are inching away from me, towards the next group. I guess you are probably right, i think back to her.
“So you from this neck of the woods?” I say.
“No,” she says.
“So where are you from? You know they say that where a person is from, will indicate secrets in their heart?”
“Oh they do? Well I am from the West.”
“Oh Okay.” I rub my invisible goutee, contemplating this new information.
“So what are the secrets in my heart?” I lean into her.
“You know if you come with me to dinner I will tell you about them..”
“That sounds tempting.. But I don’t know if your soul is a sweet melody through a gentle breeze, or black tarry cigarettes burned into a leather seat.”
“Good point. But if you change your mind, here is my number.” She let out a small laugh and then wanders away. After much time I still wonder about her if she lives in all day pass carnival, or she’s stuck on the next bus station out that never takes off and wondering about what our lives could have been like merged into a single coiled system. Oh well, guess I’ll never know now. Too bad. She was really beautiful cup of cider on a really freezing, much too long day.

Treat Tricks and Tricker Treats

The kids went trick or treating and for the most part Halloween was great.  The kids loved their costumes, there were some very creepy houses around which the kids enjoyed.  One was an actual haunted house set up which left me somewhat spooked as there was a long hall between the street and the door which was filled with scary music, pulsating light, and demonic heads.
My son wanted to go home before his older sister.  This has been very typical from years before, but this time we could let her go after he came back home.  (By then however it seemed that the night sort of had tired itself out anyway and we came home almost as soon as we left).. Then of course the kids high on sugar all night became like monsters in the house haunting it for the adults, jumping out of hiding spaces, laughing maniacally etc, and in the night we hear shrieks of kids whose human decibals reached way above the classic, ‘inside voices rule.’  Our little monsters of the night, but in a charming, you can’t help but love your own kids way, which if it were another persons kids it wouldn’t at all be cute..
Except now I see bags of candy that didn’t get used.. And it’s the next day and i am alone in the house with the candy…
I’ve been on and off a diet for the last 6 months been trying to shed off some 10 pounds I had from a past chocolate near addiction (why can’t they have a 12 step chocoholic anonymous program around here?)
And for the last month the chocolate near the check out lane has been truly calling for me to take it home, and I have been so good, and resisted all month… And now it’s here in my home!

I have not been terribly successful with my diet.  High intentions when I started and I did shed 5 pounds which for the most part has stayed off.  I know that isn’t much, for a solid month of effort and 3 months of less of an effort, but still an effort, which is why lot’s of chocolate coming into the house when I am such a morally weak character around chocolate is so concerning!

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