Due to my lack of contributions to this blog as of late, I thought I would attempt a fun experiment with myself: Type up something interesting in an hour. This might seem like a strange timeline to place on myself, but I've realized that I should probably go ahead and see what comes out. Why not, right? So here: an experiment. In the name of science! Or a possible novel.
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Actually, on second thought, I should probably abstain from placing the actual text online, now that I've read through it. It went to a dark place fast, and might be another addition to a running idea I have. If my readership might be interested in it, I would be glad to send a copy. Just to caution those reading: this might be rather brutal. Gory even. I don't know where this character or the story's going to go at this point.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Collaboration with Delirium
It's now, when my immune system is low and whatever flu-like symptoms plague me have subsided somewhat, that I receive an intervention in the form of inspiration. Or not, and I just feel like being productive after a day of sweating, suffering and overall hating life. Either or, when one is delirious from fever, interesting ideas come out of the woodwork. Ones that haven't found the recognition that they deserve to a irrational mind. Oh, the colors you'll taste! (Notice: synesthesia is not a common side effect of fever-induced delirium. I'm just playin', dawg.)
Now, I'm sure that my grammar and my usage of literary devices is sub-par, but I fancy myself a decent enough writer. I haven't had a chance to post anything that sticks out in mind, and I should get on that. However, my creative side, as well as my physical side, is lazy. It's very hard to kick my ass into gear, but once it does, I enjoy getting something under my belt. I'm just not good at sustaining. (Make as many sexual innuendo as you wish about the previous sentence. I put it there purposely.) At one point, I plan on writing an opus work that revolves around vignettes of a different sort. Though I'm sure a trip to the psychiatric ward of any hospital will await me if I were to do it, I think it would make excellent fodder for a novel.
And I think that will make this post the shortest to date. I blame the headache and aching I'm experiencing from the shivering.
Now, I'm sure that my grammar and my usage of literary devices is sub-par, but I fancy myself a decent enough writer. I haven't had a chance to post anything that sticks out in mind, and I should get on that. However, my creative side, as well as my physical side, is lazy. It's very hard to kick my ass into gear, but once it does, I enjoy getting something under my belt. I'm just not good at sustaining. (Make as many sexual innuendo as you wish about the previous sentence. I put it there purposely.) At one point, I plan on writing an opus work that revolves around vignettes of a different sort. Though I'm sure a trip to the psychiatric ward of any hospital will await me if I were to do it, I think it would make excellent fodder for a novel.
And I think that will make this post the shortest to date. I blame the headache and aching I'm experiencing from the shivering.
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