11.30.06
Posted in Uncategorized at 12:00 pm by Bryan
It’s been a while since I checked the search phrases that are leading people here. The vast majority of them are related to Bulwer-Lytton and his book Paul Clifford, but there are others. For example:
PINNUCLE - I have to thank Jen-t for misspelling the card game “pinochle” in this post for getting me this hit. If she wasn’t already married, I’d introduce the two of them. They were meant for each other.
martina hingis modeling - Okay. Martina Hingis is my favorite tennis player, and I have written about her before. But, to the best of my knowledge, she doesn’t model. Now, if she goes down that road, I do have a camera. Just saying…
what white female started her book off with “it was a dark and stormy night” - I almost didn’t include this one since it’s along the “dark and stormy night” theme. But I question the preconceived notions in the search criteria. First of all, it wasn’t a woman who wrote it. But then I have to ask, why does it even matter what race the author was?
the so-what method of writing - Never heard of it. Never written about it. Not sure I want to read a book using that method. It worries me that the search brought you here.
inpostauthor:gabby - And this came from Blogger! Gabby is getting hits… from Blogger! (in case you don’t know, this is a WordPress blog that I host on my own website).
“she took a deep drag” - I remember this post. It surprises me that anyone else does.
poser art - Please don’t come here looking for Poser art. I hate it. If I ever get a Poser art cover, I just might quit writing altogether. But more than that, if you really want to create that sort of art, I would recommend that you take a look at DAZ Studios.
girls nicotine - Okay, first, it’s Nicotine Girls. Second, it’s a role-playing game. Why did you come to a writing and photography blog?
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11.29.06
Posted in Uncategorized at 12:00 pm by Bryan
Well, it’s been a week now so I suppose it’s time for a SITREP and AAR.
My Thanksgiving holiday didn’t actually begin until Thanksgiving. I thought I’d be able to get out of town by mid-afternoon on Wednesday, but I had to work later than I expected. So about mid-morning Thursday I was on the way. The drive was pleasant, mostly through the one part of Indiana that was not bulldozed flat by glaciers, and aside from a wrong turn that sent me to Illinois, relatively uneventful. One benefit to driving on Thanksgiving Day is that there isn’t much traffic to deal with.
I have to say that this was one of the better Thanksgivings in recent memory. The Big Disaster (every year has one, doesn’t it?) was half a glass of Chardonay spilled into the caserole dish with the extra dressing. It wasn’t bad. We might need to figure out a way to make that a tradition.
Mum and Dad have a nice house, though it was too quiet once everyone else was gone. When the sound of turning pages in a book becomes distracting, it’s time to invest in some stereo equipment. They have a television, but no cable and no reception. I wound up borrowing a DVD from my sister, not because I really wanted to watch a movie, but because I needed some background noise.
Friday, Dad, my brother-in-law, and I went golfing. I can honestly say that I was glad we got “darked” out. If we’d actually finished the round, it would have been my all-time worst round ever. Let’s just say that after 4 holes on the back nine, I was 15 strokes under my front nine and still playing like crap… just not as crappy as before. You remember how excited I was to be playing golf again after the last time? Yeah, not so much now.
About the only other big news is that I discovered that both my neice S and my nephew P are writing. I think S is more comfortable with her progress thus far since she’s actually asked me for a critique, but I suspect that P is stretched pretty thin time-wise. That is one busy kid.
So there you go. It wasn’t quite a storybook holiday, but it was definitely better than most of the ones I spent alone, and with regard to drama, we actually had very little of it this year.
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11.22.06
Posted in Writing, Acheivments, Sea of Dreams, Current Projects at 8:00 am by Bryan
I’d resolved not to fret over it. I wasn’t going to touch it. Honest. Then I took a day off work to deal with some photography issues (pricing prints and framing among them) and by the time I was home I think I thought of a better way to do it. Maybe.
So the good news is that Chapter 2 isn’t as bad as I thought it was. The bad news is that I’m no longer just shy of 8,000 words. Now it’s just over 5,000. And Chapter 2 isn’t done yet. I hope to finish it tonight so I can concentrate on Chapter 3 while I’m out of town for the holiday weekend.
By the way, in case you haven’t figured it out, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to be anywhere near my NaNoWriMo goal. Right now, I’ll be happy if I get the first draft done before 2009.
Sea of Dreams
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11.20.06
Posted in Writing, Acheivments, Sea of Dreams, Current Projects at 8:00 am by Bryan
I think I’ve just written the most boring chapter since James Michener imitated Henry James’ drunken drug-induced spoof of Herman Melville. I didn’t think it was possible, but I now have twenty pages where nothing interesting happens. I mean it. And not in that “nothing happened, it was really rather boring” way that guys use to describe bachelor parties, either.
I’m unbelievably frustrated right now.
How the hell can it take 4,000 words to “be sad” and “go to the airport”? See, I just did it in six. Allowing for some adjectives and nouns and stuff, I might be able to stretch that into a dozen, but 4,000? Oh sure, there’s like some emotional avoidance crap that Ian goes through, but this is Chapter 2. I can’t afford to lose the reader here. I’m losing myself. How do I expect to keep the reader?
Excuse me while I bang my head against the wall.
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11.15.06
Posted in Photography at 12:00 pm by Bryan
Okay. I have news, but the details are not yet set in stone, so I have to give you the news without the details.
There is a very good possibility that some of my photographs will be added to a very prestigious collection. This opportunity came about through the efforts of the mother of an actress I had the pleasure of meeting and working with in the last few weeks. She gave the curator of this collection my website address, and this week I was contacted and asked if I was interested.
On some levels, it’s a little overwhelming. I don’t have any gallery-ready prints. I’ve never been truely confident that I had gallery-worthy abilities. In addition to having work permanently included in the collection, I have the opportunity to have work included in two showings as well as a juried exhibition. Again, something I’m not quite ready for mentally. So, not only do I need to wrap my head around this, I need to come up with the cash to prepare for it. Like I said, a bit overwhelming.
And Mum, when you read this, know that while the exhibition is probably not something you would want to attend, it is sponsored by a very prestigious and reputable organization. And even though it involves the work that you prefer not to see, you won’t be embarrassed to have my name associated with my images.
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11.02.06
Posted in Writing, Sea of Dreams, Current Projects at 12:00 pm by Bryan
November is National Novel Writer’s Month and the 50,000 word challenge. I’m sort of unoffically participating. You’re supposed to start a new Work in Progress from scratch, and I’ve had enough trouble getting distracted from my novel that I’m not going to start another one. So I’m just dedicating myself to trying to write 50,000 words for Sea of Dreams. So my goal for the end of November is to have 53,696 words or more.
Of course, I’m already behind schedule, since I didn’t write the 1700 words I needed to last night. Wednesdays and Thursdays are my worst writing days because I work until 9pm. By the time I eat and get myself in the writing zone, I don’t have that many good hours left. I’ll have to make up for it on weekends.
If you are participating, good luck to you. If not, wish me luck. I’ll need it.
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