Random Character Related Post

So yes, writer's block does indeed suck. In case anyone in the audience was wondering, writer's block is the bane of my existence (along with Green Day but that is another story in and of itself).

So i think I have come up with a rather neat plot device. So I was planning to obviously have our heroes fail the mission of trying to save the world but in addition to this insult what if there really WAS a group of people destined to save the world BUT they get killed about ten minutes into the story. Horrible huh?

So here is the list of characters I have so far:

Good Guys (and Gals to not be sexiest):

-Nathan Peterson: The main protagonist of the story who starts off the story asleep and comfortable in bed. Although not an over achiever in any sense of the phrase, he is still a good and kind hearted person concerned with helping who he can. He is slightly aware of his existence of being important and that he has some sort of innate power he has only a small grasp of.

-Paul Manning: This is my Zaphod Beeblebrox esque character. Although Paul is slightly more competent and slightly less of a narcissist there are still some common character traits. Both are utterly incompetent, have the future of millions riding on their shoulders and are only useful after they have consumed vastly incomprehensible amounts of alcohol.

-"The Organization": This is a rather unoriginally named group that has existed for a long, long, long time and is charged with the responsibility of preventing a certain evil entity from being freeded and raining death upon the earth. Boring job really.

-Doug Brementon: Friend of the main character. A sort of last second addition to the story. So far he has woke the main character up and dragged him to a field to show Nathan a vision that wasn’t there. I assume Doug is going to continue to keep seeing things or may just turn out to be a villain who screws the lot of them over. Oh wait…did I just type that out loud?

-Jillian: A girl who lives in the same town as Nathan and the others. She works at a coffee shop that they like to frequent. She can blow stuff up with her mind. So far she has developed as being Nathan’s main love interest, assuming I go as far as to incorporate something as trite and overblown as romance. Who bothers to include that lovey dovey crap in stories anymore? Didn’t that die out with the Romantic period?

-Jermias: Best friend of Nathan and slightly off the wall. He has the characteristics that most best friends have. Um…he is also one who has odd powers and such and stuff.

-Emma Peterson: A character I invented while driving around today. She is the older adopted sister of the main character. They have a close friendship that borders on unbelievability. Plus, since I suck at writing female characters I’m going to save myself some trouble and just make Jillian and her friends as well. Oh yes, the easy way out!

Bad Things/people/entities:

-Maltalvos: The main villain you may not get to see very much of. He is a fallen Guardian (one of those angel like beings who were charged with protecting the various worlds) that was sealed away on earth in a stasis of sorts. He isn’t very happy about having his plans of wanton destruction interrupted and so he would be quite happy to get out.

-The Cult: So far an unnamed group that seek to free the evil guy.

-Hooded Figures: Members of the cult that wear robes with hoods. Go figure.

-Main Leader of after mentioned cult: A cheery lunatic that simply wants to motivate his followers to shoot for the metaphorical stars of absolute evil and wanton destruction. Honestly, is that really to much to ask for out of life?

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That is all. Thank you.

Funny Little Dreams of Hope

Wanting to write, wanting to be a writer and actually writing a novel and being a writer are all separately intertwined concepts.

No clue why but I am trying to write a comedy about the end of the world. Partly inspired by The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, my own personal narcissisms, a few ideas I am sure I stole, the many hours I've spent reading books and playing games and all written to a soundtrack of music of which is of questionable origin.

It is a rather bleak idea to start with but I plan on having the heroes be a lovable bunch of screw ups that only manage to make things worse and inadvertently releasing what is to be the universal cosmic destroyer.

There is the rather aptly named organization called 'The Organization' that knows about the plot of releasing Maltalvos (the after mentioned universal cosmic destroyer) and they have existed for ages to prevent his followers from opening up the gate and letting the bad boy in the plane of existence of which the earth resides on.

You see, in addition to the physical world of earth of which we so comfortable know and live in, I make the lovely assumption of an finite universe with even more infinite potential of existence in many so ways. For example, in addition to the normal world we have there is the idea of that the world is dual in nature, physical and spiritual. The main sentient inhabitants (that would be me and you dear friend) exist as the physical we know so well about but we are also soul. We are an awkward amalgamation of flesh and spirit. As CS Lewis put it best, humans are quite amphibian like in that we exist in both at once without ever fully realizing the unique miracle of life that holds our breath and thought intertwined.

There is indeed both heaven and hell in my story but because of the headache it would take to introduce every single concept I will be keeping those mostly in the background. Also in the background reside hundreds of millions of planes on which reside thousands of unique universes that contain billions upon billions of star systems each with their own unique form of reality that conform to their own rules of existence that were set forth by their creator.

However, to keep my migraines at a minimum we will be focusing mostly upon what we like to commonly call earth and the misfortunes that will be set upon her and her inhabitants.

Eons ago there were wars among the whole of creation because of the rebellion of several chief guardians that were originally charged with the task of protecting and watching over these different planes of existence. As you might have guessed this battle came to a climax on the little rock we like to call home.

Through the combined efforts and sacrifices of many powerful Guardians and almost the entire race of people called the *Insert important and cool sounding named* they were able to seal off old Maltalvos into what is basically just a pocket dimension. Quite by himself and quite upset he is trapped there until he is freed or the universe just winds down. Quite obviously the later would be boring and so the former will happen. Hooray for all Hell breaking loose!

Although his forces were scattered and mostly destroyed enough remain that they are able to begin corrupting the denizens and drawing them to their side. You kinda have this unsettlingly evil that is not visible to the normal human eye influencing and shaping history until they are able to gather enough power to free their master and bring chaos to reign!

Or something like that.

The Organization sends a guy known as Paul Manning on a mission to collect a small group of 'chosen ones' that hopefully will be able to combine their talents/powers/unique culinary skills to oppose the forces of darkness and stop them. Of course by the end of the book this will all have proved to been futile because of a long list of very clever betrayals, unexpected plot twists and multiple cases of rampant food poisoning.

Or at least that is the plan I have in my head. Doesn't sound funny but I think it might turn out funny. Or at least as a rather large paper weight.

Why Must We Limit Ourselves by Funny Little Things Like a Title

My heart is torn apart by the sights, the smells, the cries and the bitter charades of broken lives.

We mask ourselves in cloaks of convenient lies. Our hearts never stray, only just far enough away, so that we can never feel what is true. Following fancy over flight and under our souls twilight we bathe in this refuse.

How horrible, how dreadful, how terrifying it all is in its grand immensity. A world we view as broad strokes, hazy images so we will never inconvenient ourselves with the novel notion of individual humanity. Prejudice held group think is much easier to dismiss, if we bothered to look past our own arrogant snobbery we might begin to see the blood splattered walls and refuse littered streets; the open sewage of souls and lives ripped open and preyed upon by demons.

So much easier to be our own little clockwork pets with little knobs and gears. Mechanical in nature so that when we break we can be replaced at a penny rate.

If we do not quickly drown ourselves in our sorrows we are just as quick to drown ourselves in any indulgence which may act as a placebo, if not just a quick way to avoid our own mirrors.

Who enjoys looking at themselves? We paint a pretty picture so that when we look in the mirror we do not have to see the world reflecting behind us. The mass carnage reminiscent of the lower levels of Hell doth not provide a comfort to our downheartedness, truth merely an inconvenient construct formed by the close minded and self righteous. Any aspect of lie for which we fight for and die for on a daily basis is alright, just as long as we do not forget to wrap the world around my shoulders. My life, my death, my righteous, my path, my pain, my pride and my pillar of salt.

Bad Time For a Life Crisis

Yesterday I came to the conclusion that I need to change my life.

Yes I do realize I was supposed to let this novel writing change my life. Yes...yes...yes...your right but at the same time it's just...what is the point of putting a band-aid on someone who just took a visit to the guillotine?

A good bit of the time I am not even remotely sure as to what it is I would like to do with my life and the other half becomes convoluted if I stare at it to long. Basically I just sit here and think so much that I freak myself out and forget what it is I am even trying to do or why i am trying to do any of it.

Narcissism has never been more of a self headache causing force.

I am quite tired of that little bit, the whole 'me' obsession. Literally and figuratively speaking I am so tired of this mess. This mixed up and confused bits of me, the decaying pain that has a death grip on this world, my own broken desires that are Hell bent on killing me one way or the other; talk about having issues.


Inspiration is a tricky thing at best and when it comes down to it we all have to live. inspired or not we are all here and have to play with what ever hand fate deals to us. Not exactly the most happy thought but it is the truth. There are variables in life we cannot and we should not be able to control. However there are many more for which we can choose about what to do.

The choice to choose is a difficult one. From personal experince it is much easier to react instead of simply choosing to act. Genuine action requires genuine motivation which requires an effort that those who depressed find lacking. But even with the lack of motivation there is still a choice. As a short and green muppet once said: "Do or do not. There is no try."

Depending for the person it is much easier to fool themselves into complacency with pretending things will get better or simply fix themselves.

Art requires determination and risk of failure. Art requires we open up ourselves in ways that cause our inner most self to bleed out onto the page; a pouring of the soul into the forge of creation.



I honestly cannot even remmeber what my point was in writing this:
Um, life is not so bad?
Do a good deed daily?
What goes up must invariably fall back hitting you squarely in the face?

Perhaps a fine mixture of it all.

Things Look Slightly Hazy Over Being Highly Screwed

I am behind in a lot of things, needless to say my novel. I am cutting off as much contact as humanly possible and I am going to try and force myself to work on everything today.

Greek, paper and then my novel.

I would rather set the books on fire then look at the first two. I had no idea what to expect about seminary but the more I think about it the more I do not like it. I do not even know why I am there or why I am bothering getting a masters in an area that I just don't even really care about anymore.

Well the apathy is wide spread to most areas of my life to be honest. Music has lost its fire, food is rather bland, words no longer resonate with meaning and my heart has all but collapsed in a helpless heap that shrugs in defeat every time I poke it with a stick. It was the best of time and the worst of times, clichés are flying out so fast it may poke someones eye out.

Life with no meaning is a suicide waiting to happen. No human being can survive very long without having kind of either innate or overt purpose. Living is a struggle but a struggle that I am going to suppose is worth enduring...or even better overcoming.

Thought of the Day:

Have you ever just woke up one morning and thought "Today would be a good day to fake my own death and collect the welfare checks as my own widow?"

Just a thought you know.

No Time For Rest

I have been much busier today then I have expected. I have also encouraged 200% more migraines than I thought could happen at this point during Nanowrimo. Quite honestly I am tired and ready to be rude to nearly anyone who wishes to have any form of contact with me. Yet, tiredness is not an excuse.

Nothing ever worth having came easy. That being said, screw you social life!

To soon for me to be picking favorite parts?

"One of the many ironic aspects of life is that what we are looking for most desperately always has a way of showing up when we least expect and least desire it. That being said the end of the world is an event few people could call themselves ready for or really all that anxious to see. Therefore those most likely to know about it first are those least likely ready to be prepared to do anything about it. A curious phenomenon that has plagued mankind ever since the first prehistoric super hero was unexpectedly bested by the first prehistoric super villain. Ugh just never saw that rock coming."

Being a narrator is so fricking awesome.

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Goooooooood morning Nanowrimo!

So I didn't sleep much (for those who have been on pins and needles worrying about the fate of your beloved writer) for whatever reason. I was asleep before or around 2AM and woke up at 7, right on the dot.

I'm currently working up the energy and focus to write. I have a glass of water, glass of Mellow Yellow (I will shoot the first person to hum that annoying song)a a banana and 2.5 mini chocolate crunch bars and I have what would be the equivalent of a shot glass size drink of my Starbucks white chocolate mocha from last night, good to the last drop.

I am rather suprised I was able to jump ahead so fast and already break a thousand words. However the annoying doubt is starting to creep in. That is why I have my text like this in my novel:

As it were our story begins on a day that was quite similar to most days but in fact it was not just another day.

See it? That is part of the genuis. That really is the first line of my novel that I have unveiled to the world. Be in awe. Fawn over it, love it, shower it with praise and me with wheelbarrows of cash...most importantly go out and preorder two dozen copies of my book that doesn't even have a name!

"Why?" A sane person might ask because it is me, says I to you silly logical people.

But first, I must do some meditating and the proper amount of self loathing so I can get into the spirit of things.

Enough is enough for now

Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it's gone right to my head...

Amazing how coffee saps my strength. I have been staring into space for about an hour. Nappy time. I'm ending at 1013 words. Sleep. Good. Now.

One Hour and Eleven Minutes Later...

I broke the one thousand word mark and I am AT 1,013 words!!

Only 48, 987 words left to go and I will have beaten this contest like Jack Bauer trumps Chuck Norris on any day of the week!

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So far I have introduced two characters, Nathan and Doug. There is a plot line about the end of the world and hints about Nathan liking some girl named Jill. I think there could be implications.

Back to work!

Leaving on a metaphorical jet plane...

"At midnight tonight the train departs.
Fifty thousand words.
Thirty-one days.
An unforgettable ride."

For those who have known me for any amount of time they know I love to read and I most certainly love to write. In about a half hour or so I am embarking on a harrowing mission that is absolutely insane. I will be joining approximately ninety thousandother brave souls in the journey of writing a fifty thousand word novel in the month of November.

Crazy? Yes.
Insane? Better believe it.
Bad idea? Oh brother is it.
Any looking back? Not on your life.

If my post earlier today didn't get people wondering about my current mental state it is safe to say I am throwing the baby and the bathwater out at the same time. I would go on with more metaphors but I am sure you get the point.

Friends and random people that I have no clue how you ended up on my friends list; wish me well and good luck because I will need it. As much as I love using the phrase "I will do this or die trying" I am quite serious. All or nothing. I've wanted to write for years and finally I will see what happens when I try.

Feel free to harass me and check up on me as much as needed. As progress goes I will be posting more. Until then, hasta la escribir!




P.S. For those interested the website for National Novel Writing Month is:

www.nanowrimo.org

Here We Go

More writings, hooray.

As you can no doubt guess I am simply ecstatic over having yet another website to voice my thoughts. At some point I will get to philosophical ranting but right now I am to tired and wish I had time for a nap. Yes, naps are good. Very good.

-Nin