So, I missed Saturday and Sunday, but I am back and I am gonna stay back... away from the police line... you know, just so I don't get implicated, but still close enough so I can see what is happening.
Today, of course, is about poetry. this is the poem that I wrote today:
Saying Goodbye,
everydayImwritlin'
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Friday, November 23, 2012
Flash Fiction Friday! Episode 1
Flash Fiction Friday is a writing exercise that I think that I came up with, but who knows if I actually am the first to think of it...
Flash Fiction Friday is the practice of writing a short story that is started and completed in an hour, then published. This exercise is to help us just let go and write. I got the idea from a starcraft caster who had the practice of broadcasting a high stress game every day just to get himself to play games, no matter how much it scared him. well here goes, the timer starts now.
this is what I got... for day one it is pretty terrible.
Flash Fiction Friday is the practice of writing a short story that is started and completed in an hour, then published. This exercise is to help us just let go and write. I got the idea from a starcraft caster who had the practice of broadcasting a high stress game every day just to get himself to play games, no matter how much it scared him. well here goes, the timer starts now.
this is what I got... for day one it is pretty terrible.
Flash Fiction Friday, episode 1:
About: a panda
The day was hot and humid, just like the day before, and the
one before that. The bamboo was happy to have the heat and the moisture, but
Hanz was not. Hanz was black. Hanz was also white. He had lived in Berlin his
whole life, but the International Reunification Act, aside from making all
people under one government, also made all pandas return to China. Now, it was
making him miserable.
Hanz had everything that he wanted. He had food, of course,
but in Berlin he had also had attention. He had millions of people come just to
watch him defecate. What could be better than having someone care that he had
done something that he had to do about 40 times a day. It was great to be loved
for something that he was good at.
Now, in the wilds of China, he pooped and no one cared. Not that
it was the pooping that mattered, it was the attention. It was the fact that he
was with a dozen other pandas that were just as good, and no one else cared.
The world revolved a few more times. Hanz hated it. Every day
was warm and wet. Outside of his preserve, the world was revolting. They didn’t
want unification. They wanted individuality and self-governance. And while the
act benefitted the whole of the human and panda races, it continued to make individuals
miserable.
It turns out what is good for the world might not be good
for you, me, or Hanz.
As the world continued to revolve and revolt, there was one
man that found the universal solution. A tea made from panda waste. The tea
calmed the people and gave the panda meaning.
The end…
The beginning of a habit
This is not my first attempt at a blog. I have tried several times
to put together something that I can work on every day, but I have failed every
previous time.
Failure, of
course, is not a reason to give up. In fact, failure is just a sign that one is
trying. We all know that quote by Thomas Edison where he said that he
had simply found x number of ways not to invent the light bulb. There is
significant proof, in fact, that failure is one of the keys to success.
But all of that is
not the point for this blog's creation today. I made this blog so that I have a
place to practice writing every single day.
So as to avoid
writer's block, I have created the following schedule:
On Monday, I
will write a poem.
On Tuesday, I
will write part of a story that I am currently calling K. R. E.
On Wednesday,
I will write something about music.
On Thursday, I
will write a part of a story that I am currently calling Dichotomy.
Friday is
"flash fiction Friday!"
On Saturday, I
will write something about what I have learned about writing, or something new
that I learned in Chinese.
On Sunday, I will
write about religion and truth.
That being
said,
Here we go.
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