create.

a warm welcome to the blog. here is where you can follow my thoughts and musings on the craft of creating a world from words. through the muses and stories, i hope that you'll be able to learn a little more about me. feel free to leave comments on the blog telling me what to improve, or what you liked. happy reading!
Showing posts with label rules. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rules. Show all posts

12.27.2010

rules for unlikeable character contest.

just in case some of you missed the memo, the official ruling on spacing for the unlikeable character contest is that the entry has to be four pages. double spaced. i finished mine yesterday and it was almost bursting out of four pages.

9.28.2010

abp#4:constructing vodkaville. :)

winesburg ohio.
so a sufficient parallel should be vodkaville, wyoming. why wyoming i have no idea. but somewhere out in the states somewhere. or... vodkaville could be in russia. that would be great.

one side of town has a quiet tea parlor run by the most modest of owners. the old man also hosts secret karate lessons in the back of the shop. but across the river on the wilder, party-oriented side of town is a bar: the hammered nail. the owner had started small, purchasing a quaint building and installing several small booths along with the signature bar. however, as more patrons started frequenting the establishment, it had to expand. the new  building is a slick, chic place. thick, corrugated, steel walls rise from the ground, creating the single story of the bar. the roof is placed almost crookedly, begging a stylistic question. the parking lot circles the place, almost locking it into some sort of almost demonic pentacle (which is rather fitting, considering what happens inside).

in the building, there are many booths, several stand-alone tables with barstools, and a bar. the bar counter is made of slippery, smooth plastic--perfect for sliding drinks across. anyone who takes a job as bartender there is trained for several days on end in the way of perfect drink sliding. musicians and traveling performers visit the bar often. there is never really a night without any live entertainment. the place is always hopping with activity. in the wee hours of the night though, things get funky and the smoke machines start to work their magic. the patrons are hazily pushed out of the bar by almost ethereal hands of vapor, leaving the night crew to clean up any drunken mess anyone has left. and by the next morning, things are spotless, and the hammered nail is ready for hammering again.

8.31.2010

first post, first impressions, first short? mayhaps. oh, and some rules.

rules:
capitalization is null and void. unless you really really want to.
punctuation is art.

music of the day:
it's disgusting how i love you. -ke$ha

first day of the fiction class!
we read "cat in the rain" today by ernest hemingway. i thought it was an okay short story (although my favorite part was the italian, because i understood a good portion of it). the characters were believable as was the scenario. in essence, i think hemingway did a good job of making a story out of the mundane.

i am so excited for this class! the ability to be able to create a world out of words... it's amazing. and that's what we get to learn. :)

muse:
she thinks it's entirely disgusting. after being known all these years as a heartbreaker, she was falling headfirst in love with him. but it wasn't like the other times. he brushed away all the bad habits. every time she tried to run, he would yell, "red light!" and just like the children's game, she would stop right in her tracks. green light, and she would come back to him, one more bad habit broken. she's been trying to run for almost a year now, but she just keeps on falling back into the same pattern. she used to be a bandit. a heart snatcher. but now... now, she's a hopeless romantic. so... maybe it's not entirely disgusting. frightening? truly.