I Know.

July 10, 2011

I know. I know.

Bad things happen.

I’m late with a story, (as usual).

I haven’t posted in a few days, (as usual).

This is a, sort of, appology, (as usual).

But today is the day.

A short story will be posted by 9 p.m. tonight. (not as usual)

That’s right. I even gave a time!

So that means it’s official!

It will happen!

Tonight!

Story!

You!

Read!

Happytime!

Yes!

Now I must go back to typing more of said story into the computer.

Oh, said story will be called Moving Ahead.

It will be about movingahead.

D.A.

Really, I’m having a contest to see who can make me giggle.

You in?

Allow me to tempt you further.

The winner of the contest will receive this plethora of incredible and significant objects:

Best Prize Ever?

And there’s more. This is just the tip of the iceberg.

So allow me to explain myself and the rules for the contest. If you don’t want to read the explanation, and want to get right on to the rules for free stuff, then skip the next few paragraphs.

I’ve noticed a very strange theme through all of my stories (all 3 of them).  A lot of my characters seem to die. They usually die in some out of the ordinary manner or circumstance. I do this because I think it’s funny, but there is the chance that I could just be mentally disturbed…

Since death is considered by many people to be a very serious topic, let’s have some fun with it. All you have to do in this contest is tell me a funny story or situation where you are grieving the loss of something silly. You see, crying over your long lost granny is sad. But crying over your ice cube tray named Otis, that died in a tragic skiing accident, is funny. So let’s aim for funny here. Let’s try to make death a “not too serious” problem we can poke fun at.

In return I will give the winner a sympathy card and handwritten note expressing my condolences for your loss as well as the items listed in the picture above. Now here are the rules.

Rules for “In Sympathy” Contest

  1. To enter this contest you must post a comment on this particular post’s comment thread. Your comment must describe a very silly and made up event that would cause you to grieve for a loss of something. Your odds for winning go up if they are in a story form but they don’t have to be. Just be creative. (If you decide to post your story on your own blog, then provide a link to the blog in this comment thread).
  2. It must not be about anything real. It must be SILLY and MADE UP. Remember, we’re going for light hearted fun, not painful reality.
  3. I will pick the winner one week from today. That means you must have your comment posted by 12 p.m. (eastern time) on Wednesday, June 15th, 2011. I will inform the winner via email so I may obtain their mailing address.
  4. You will then win (in no particular order): A card and handwritten note of sympathy for your (very funny and made up) loss. A paper clip. A rubber band. An old guitar pick I don’t use anymore. And a marble of average size and of great importance. (More on the marble on a later date).
  5. No, I will not send you anything creepy or weird (other than the listed things above). No, you may not send me back anything creepy or weird. No, my hand is not included in the contest (even though it was in the photo).
  6. If the winner will not accept the prize, then it will be forwarded to the second place. If they refuse, then third place, etc. If nobody accepts the prize, then I will be happy to keep the marble for myself, and the rest will be destroyed.
  7. If you want to enter multiple times, (I’m not sure why you would), then feel free to do so. Just make sure each one is unique.
  8. Have fun.

Remember, the most creative/silly/made up event will win the contest. This means you can tell me a story or just describe something silly. Take your time with it. Treat it like a writing prompt if you wish. And try to make sure your story makes sense.

Best Story Ever?

June 4, 2011

How’s this for an awesome short story title?

Hula of the Dead

Pretty sick. I know.

Just imagine a Hawaiian zombie story that also talks about the social economic class problems of society as a whole. There will be a love triangle between the tough-as-nails male protagonist, the pretty but skeptical female protagonist, and the female zombie overlord of the islands known as “Marla”. The zombies will be super fast and have pineapples for hands. Not to mention, there has to be a cameo by none other than robot narwhals that spray lava from the tips of their horns.

Edit: This story takes place in the future and the islands of Hawaii have been moved into space. So, Space Zombie Hawaiian Thriller Romance. With space narwhals that are also robotic and spray lava…

Will that be the name and plot of my newest short story? Will I then become the most popular author on the internet and beyond? Will I finally bring our nation together with an allegory that speaks of the troubles of the middle class and how it is slipping away into obscurity? Will I win the Pulitzer? Will I finally have a dream realized when I am able to sell my own line of BBQ sauce nationwide?!?!

No.

No it will not. And no I will not. But a boy can dream…

My next short story will be called When I Grow Up. It going to be about a little girl who is a master thief and an excellent guerrilla warfare tactician. People are trying to get her and the thing she stole, little do they know, she considers this fun. I’m not sure how this one’s going to come out, but I’m going to give it the old college try…

Edit: Really. That’s the actual main character of my story. I realize my “real” story isn’t much of a stretch from the “fake” story synopsis about zombies I just made above. Maybe I should consider writing Hula of the Dead after all.

Onwards.

I’m going to try to focus on a few things on this story. I’m telling you about it because I would like to know how I’m doing on meeting the goals I specify in this post.

Character(s) Speaking / Conversation:

I would like the story to have 4 characters. This will give me two or three opportunities for conversation. There might even be a conversation that has 3 speakers. This is something I’ve never accomplished. So I should try to attempt it at some point, and now is as good of a time as any.

Character Perspective

This is a biggie. I will be writing  this story from the little girl’s perspective. So I will try to emphasize her own inner thoughts as well as her views of what is going on in the story that involves other characters. This is limited. I am going to try and remember this, even though, as a writer, I know already know what’s going on in everybody’s own mind. I know their motivations but you don’t. I hope I can still make the conflict clear, but I would like to make sure that I’m making it clear for HER perspective.

Time

By time, I am referring to the time it takes for me to complete the work. This includes planning, writing, and editing. This usually takes me a very long time, but I would like to make sure it’s done in less than 5 hours. Since I’m not actually setting a limit for the length of this story this time issue may not be a good idea. Either way, I’m not going to kill myself if I don’t meet a goal of 5 hours. As long as I am working and not spending time making very small decisions on the story, I will be happy.

So that’s that. If you read my story (which should be published tomorrow) and you like it, let me know. If you don’t like it, let me know, and I’ll start a small fire in your neighbor’s backyard and blame it on you. If you think I’m accomplishing the goals I set in this post, then let me know. Your feedback is going to be immensely important to my writing development.

Thanks,

D.A.

Pandora’s Box

June 3, 2011

I’m back! And it seems that the mutated corn husks have been suppressed…for now.

I haven’t been posting on here for a few days now. I was a little side tracked. While I’m sure everybody reading this was wondering where I was, I must tell you that I can not tell you where I was or what I was doing. If you try to guess where I vanished off to, I will neither confirm nor deny any of those things/places you guess. But I will tell you now that you are probably wrong.

While I was off doing something very mysterious I did get some reading done. Let me tell you that I really haven’t dug in to a book in quite some time. I’ve done my normal comic books and occasional lines from a very long novel I’m currently reading but I haven’t been invested in anything in particular lately. As a matter of fact, I haven’t done much reading since I have started this blog. So it was good to actually catch up.

Since my brain has been in “writing mode” for the past few weeks, I’ve noticed that I am reading differently. I’m reading much slower. I’m noticing how words are crafted. Sentence structure actually means something to me now. I’ve been taking note on how authors use these ‘identifiers’ to show the reader who’s talking at the time. (This is a made up term, remember, I don’t know very much about writing in the academic sense) Allow me to divulge.

Example:

Reluctantly, Pell nodded. He didn’t like it – was fairly certain he would never like it – but it was clear that John had made up his mind. “Yes, sir,” he muttered. “You mentioned a message to Team Eight. Will you be wanting me to transmit that?”

You see the use of action words in describing the speaker: muttered and nodded. I have known to use words like this to help show the reader what is taking place. When the character is actually moving and changing how they speak, it makes for a much more entertaining conversation as well.

But this passage shows something else; a series of logical thought (you think, then feel, then act). Pell is the person who’s eyes we are experiencing this story from. These identifiers (as I’m calling them) help to show who he is and what he is experiencing. Since the story is commited from his view, I should remember that the reader doesn’t need to know what everybody is experiencing or feeling at the time, just that character. The reader only needs to know what’s going on in one person’s head at a time.

I think i’ve been trying to go at stories with everybody knowing everything about everybody. Not only would that be hard on the reader, but it would be really hard on me. If I give away too much, then there’s nothing left for the reader to “discover” about the plot or characters. Trust me, once I learn how to remember this while writing, I think it will considerably shorten the time it takes for me to see where conversations lead. And that alone could help me increase my writing and planning speed. (A goal of mine)

While I’m sure there is probably some way for authors (more talented than myself) to accomplish an omnipresent perspective on all characters, I don’t think I’m capable of it. Hey, I think it would actually end up being more fun for the reader if I limit the perspective. I can play evil tricks on them. Maybe you are led astray as you actually believe what a character is thinking to be true. I think I remember this being called an “unreliable narrator”. I could check and verify this on wikipedia…but I’m pretty lazy right now. Trust me, I am very good at being unreliable, and I think I could really mess with the readers’ head.

Note: This is not a trick I plan on employing at all times, mind you. I understand that would be pretty lame to do it all the time.

Finally, notice the little injected thought process in the middle of conversation. Plus, he uses these things ( –  – ). Dashes?

Anyway, he uses those kind of like commas. I didn’t really notice an author could get away with injecting things like that. But as long as we are speaking from one person’s perspective, why couldn’t we? We are supposed to be hearing his or her thoughts. I really think it could help in trying to make the character’s motivation speak more clearly.

But what are the rules regarding it’s use? I don’t really know, (once again, Wikipedia and laziness) I also saw them used in an article in a magazine. You may be reading this and say to yourself well I knew about those, this guy really doesn’t know anything about writing.

You’re right, I don’t. But we all need to learn it sometime, it just took me longer in life to actually notice something like that. Now stop insulting me, imaginary person in my mind…

Now I really feel like I’ve opened up Pandora’s box.

I guess these past few days I’ve learned that becoming a good writer isn’t just telling a good story. It’s also about conveying a good story.Maybe it’s an incredibly good thing I decided to write on an open format like this. I will have to act as my own editor. This is stuff editors know like the back of their hand and stuff that I know like I know a calculus textbook.

Last Note: Don’t believe the corn husks are entirely ‘gone‘. After translating some of their scribble we have discovered their intentions to take the CEOs of major soda companies hostage. Something to do with high fructose corn syrup. We may have them tied up at the moment, but I don’t expect that to last very long. Zip ties aren’t the best for restraining corn husks….

Anyway, more to come later.

D.A.

Maybe it’s just me, or it’s just the effects of technological trends, or it’s the race of genetically modified corn husks that are taking over the world, but has anybody noticed that the number of members on WordPress has been steadily decreasing? In the past week I believe I’ve seen nearly 5,000 people leave the site. (I am seeing this on the homepage, when you first sign in). Since I love participating in reckless speculation as well as sorry excuses for my past mistakes, allow me to elaborate on the causes of depopulation in the blogosphere.

Let me tell you why it could just be me:

I have only been on here for a couple of weeks. It’s possible that I’m just seeing something very commonplace here and I have no previous experience to base it on. Maybe the “population” of bloggers on the site ebbs and flows, just like any other real biological population. There are down periods and there are up periods. Knowing that WordPress is one of the more popular blog sites, I expect the numbers to trend around the same area, with some sporadic dips and rises from time to time.

That’s one reasonable explanation….

Let me tell you why it could be due to technological trends:

Blogging may be dying. I’m not sure if it will actually die so much as it will just wain until something similar (and likely better) will replace it. Maybe more and more people will commit their blogs to a more vlog format. This may be happening now and I just don’t see it’s big effects quite yet. Also, Twitter may be responsible because it allows people to enjoy the benefits of social networking as well as creating short written content (kind of like a really tiny blog). Less work + Ease of use = Big satisfaction.

That explanation is logical as well…but

Let me tell you why IT IS the mutated corn husks:

It’s my fault. I let them out. They overran me. I just thought they looked so friendly and all cooped up in those cages. I guess I just have a thing for illegally modified food products stuck in cages.

One of them even screamed obscenities into my ear as they trampled over me. It was awful. Not the obscenities, I can’t speak Cornish, but the trampling. You wouldn’t believe the number of very small scratches I have all over my face. Not to mention, I might lose my janitorial position at Aperture Laboratories for my boo-boo.

I’m not sure what they want, again the language barrier is there, but I know they do not like bloggers that do only movie reviews. When they made it to the city, they bought out all the seats in the movie theaters that they could find. I’m still not sure why did this, or how they got the money, but that seems to be the first part of their plan. Then they found out where they (the bloggers) all live and just filled their homes and apartments with their fellow husk-folk. People can’t move in there. They’re probably getting cuts as well.

Last I heard they were going to buy ad space on major search engines. I can’t imagine what they’re going to do with it.

Anyway, I’m sure it’ll just blow over. Just in case though, I wouldn’t go out past sundown. They can sneak up on you pretty quick.

So, sorry for the Corn Husk thing, it may have ruined WordPress.

D.A.

Charlie 3

May 29, 2011

“One minute ’till glory, boys!” the Sergeant grimaced through the puff of smoke in his face. “Hoorah?”

Every man in grunted out their response with gusto. “Hoorah, Master Seargent!”

The yellow ready light turned on. The men stood from their seats and formed two single files.

Master Sergeant Dripps knew the men in front of him were nervous. He tried to make a point of looking nonchalant about their work even though the plane bounced in the storm clouds. He was about to give the speech that he had given to all the men he had previously led into battle. While looking into their frightened eyes he spoke clearly and with confidence.

“We are here to do one thing. That’s to kill us some of those humans that crawl beneath us. They’ve scuttled around on the ground for long enough. They enjoy the freedoms that we deserve.”

I know I don’t need to remind you that they consume us. They feed off of us.” One man in the back of yellow team had begun to throw up. He had probably seen it happen before. The enemy below were known for doing deplorable things to his fellow people. There were even rumors that the humans had build machines that allow them to drink the fallen.

“I know you can’t stand it. I can’t either. Even though this war seems like it doesn’t end we’re here to make progress. When we jump, we jump for a promise of hope, a promise of victory.” his voice sounded like gravel. He had given this speech hundreds of times.

The Sarge, as he was affectionately known, surveyed those who were in front of him and he saw the potential. The potential for these men to stand up and become fighters; heroes. And he saw the potential for them all to earn nothing more than an obituary. That was the reality of  those who served in the Drop Trooper Program. They always turned out to become one of two things. They could become total wash outs, or they could reach the highest state in The Cycle.

The Sarge quietly hoped for the latter.

His second in command handed him their orders in an envelope. They were kept secret until the last possible moment. It helped to stop the humans from predicting their movements.  He snatched the paper from the younger officer and read the words before him. He understood his orders. He knew they were going to jump into certain death. He did his best to hide his disappointment in front of the men but despite his effort, his men seemed to know. With a fake sense of confidence, he gave the orders.

“It seems that our target has been designated Charlie 3. It’s big. We are to hit it with full force. No mercy. Use whatever you’ve got equipped. I know you don’t want to hear me admitt this but it looks like we’re going to have casualties. Remember your training and you can survive. Remember the target. Charlie 3. Don’t deviate. Don’t miss. Every hit counts.”

The sergeant took note of the effect his words had on the men around him. It wasn’t enough. They needed something more. None of them had the fire they needed to get their job done. His job was to make sure every man he led met the call of duty. He decided to reach out and remind their tired hearts of how the Cycle could help them come to terms with their fates.

“I know it doesn’t look good boys. But remember what The Cycle means. You know the motto: ‘If it falls, then it will rise. If it rises, then it will fall.'” he got some silent nods at this. They all knew about the Cycle. They’ve been taught about it since they were young. “All out us have been through it before whether you remember it or not.” More nods. He was getting through. Some of their demeanors were starting to change for the better.

“You’ll come back. We all get the chance. Maybe by the time that you’re back here, we’ll have made some real progress in this war. And when this thing is finally over, maybe we’ll never need to be Cycled again. Until that day comes we have a job to do. So let’s get to it!”

“Hoorah!” they trumpeted in unison. This time it was enough to shake the chest of the Master Sergeant that stood in front of him. It made him grin.

He pulled out his cigar and gave them the only appropriate response. “Hoorah.” He snapped a salute.

Finally he could see the fight in his men. They wouldn’t become washouts. They were heroes already.

With that small sign of comfort, he walked around to the end of the Yellow Team line. He attached the hook for his chute and double checked his cable and harness. No mistakes would be allowed.

The pilot looked behind him and yelled into the fuselage. “30 seconds until drop!”

“Blue Team! You’re up. After 15 seconds I expect to see each one of you on your way down. Then Yellow Team will follow. I’ll be jumping with them.” the Sarge barked. He knew deep down that these men were ready. They knew they were going to complete the Cycle.

For a few tense moments nobody spoke or moved. They could only hear the hum of the engines and the rumble of thunder outside of the craft. The sounds of war.

The yellow light turned green and Blue Team started their exit. They took their leave in a tight order and each man yelled “Geronimo” as they dove down toward their fate.

Another green light blinked on, and the men in front of the sergeant quickly stepped to the edge and looked into the wild blue yonder.

“Alright you lollygaggers.” The sergeant seemed to speak through his smoldering cigar. “Go! Go! Go!”

They took flight knowing only one thing. Hit Charlie 3.

***

On the earth below them Becky Bainbridge looked out of the windshield of her 1998 Volvo. She heard the loud splat of a drop of water on her roof looked up toward the sky.

“Hmm, It looks like it’s starting to rain.” Soon, and in rapid succession, she heard the rest of her car get hit with droplets. This time, before she heard each drop she could have sworn she heard a tiny scream.

“Odd.” she said to herself. Becky shrugged it off and started her engine. “Well, I’m not going to let it ruin my day.”

Charlie 3     © D. A. Bancroft

More self examination

May 29, 2011

I’m sure most who write blogs (probably you) take pride in your work. And you should! It’s not easy.

But I’m sure most of you have a name for your blog that you’re proud of. It’s a real statement. It sums everything up about who you are and what you’re doing here.

Bookforme is the name of this blog.

Not very good is it? While I’m sure I could change it I would like to tell you why I will not.

The name bookforme will stay there as a constant reminder to me that my goal in writing is to complete a book.

When I came up with this blog, I wanted to accomplish one thing in particular. I wanted to write a book. I don’t care if it gets published or not. I don’t care if it’s even that good. But I do care if I can actually get it done. This is going to be tough for me because I am not a particularly skilled writer.

I have no plans on writing a book right now. I’m still trying to learn how to write posts and comments without making myself look like a total dweeb. But when I get a lot of short stories under my belt I will try writing a book. I expect that this blog will likely end up being where I post each chapter as I write it. I might even end up breaking chapters into sections and release those. In all reality, I’m not at that bridge, so I’m not going to worry about it much right now.

What I am going to worry about are the little things. I need to know about creating a story. Whether it’s formal or not, I need the knowledge base to develop those ideas. I also need to learn more about grammar. I know some may warn away from spending too much time here, but I think I need to feel confident enough about it in order to put my mind at rest. Plus, it’s not like I have an editor or anything. I edit my own stuff.

Here are some other goals I would love to accomplish in anticipation of writing a book:

1. Write over 50 short stories. (hopefully they will get better with time).

2. Write some sort of short serial. That means I would like to write a number of short stories that actually have some line of continuity through them. This seems to be like it could be the most fun in my near future.

3. Try things like poetry/haikus/jokes/lyrics on some occasion. (In order to bring my attention to other forms of writing.)

4. Network with other writers in order to help me develop what I do into a real skill.

5. Write a novellete. (This could or not become my future full blown novel, but trying a story in that form would be a tremendous adventure and likely be good practice in creating a long story.)

6. Shorten the time it takes to let a story form in my mind and then write it down.

7. Reach my goal of a complete book within 2 years. (This could be subject to change, but only in a shorter time frame, not a longer one)

Overall, I think these are reachable goals. You’ll notice that the number of short stories should take me about a full year to finish (at one story per week). That would give me the chance to work on a novel for a whole year. I’m sure I need this much time in order to change and edit if I need to.

Hey, maybe I’ll write a book and then I’ll say to myself, “Oh that was not that bad”. Then I’ll get confident enough to keep it up. Or maybe you will all form an angry mob and demand my retirement from the field. Either way, I look forward to a book for me.

Ever Wonder? #2

May 27, 2011

Okay, so lately I’ve been thinking about my creaky joints. Well, my whole body really, but joints in particular. I’m in my mid-20’s and now I’m starting to notice that I am getting a few of those “aches and pains” that old people always talk about.

Now I’m a naturally non-bendable person. When I do push-ups I can’t even put my weight on my palms. I have to make a fist and put the weight on my knuckles. This is because my wrists doesn’t like it when I try to put it in a 90 degree angle.

So I have this dream about repairing/updating my body. What if I could just reboot it and everything could be fresh again. Not through some surgery, but more like a gigantic break-down and build-up. Every cell. Displaced and then replaced. All the bad stuff goes away. All the damage is repaired. Awesome, right?

Think about it. You have no past strain on any of those old muscles. The back in particular. No weird cracks as you get out of bed. Bones are in their right places. Imagine that It’s so perfect you couldn’t even pop you fingers because everything is so right.

This doesn’t mean it makes me ageless. Just realigns everything. Am I the only person to ever wonder about this?

I guess I could just get a massage if I really wanted to feel refreshed, but I’m not a touch-feely kind of guy. I’m more of a I’d-rather-have-some-sort-of-unimaginable-wholesale-reconfiguring-rather-than-have-some-stranger-touch-my-back kind of guy.

As for the subject of my last post:

I did it. I got something done.

The name of that something will be Charlie 3. The something is my new short story.

“So D.A., can you sum it up in 8 words or less?”

Sure can:

Soldiers preparing to drop on target. Certain death.

Don’t worry. It’s not a commentary on the wars in Iraq, Afghanistan, Lybia, or anything else. And it ‘s not heavy. So you won’t feel bad afterwards. Makes you wonder how this could be true with my 8 word summary. I guess you’ll just have to read to find out.

D.A.

The Big Conspiracy

May 27, 2011

So I’ve noticed some sort of a, let’s call it, conspiracy.

Remember only a few short years ago how different t-shirts were? I’m not talking about the design or size or anything. I’m talking about the tag. Whatever happened to the idea of the tag?

Don’t get me wrong. I hate the tag. I hate the tag on anything. I was hating the tag so hard people asked me if I was getting paid to hate the tag. No. I was pro bono on hating the tag. I made hating the tag cool. When I was a kid I remember hati- wait. Sorry. I’m losing it here. Let me refocus.

I really hate the tag when it’s on the inside of the side of the shirt. You know what I’m talking about, right? How it’s always scraping you in the side? Maybe it curls up and pokes you as well. I mean, wow. How could that possibly be better than at the back? At least in the back it felt a little symmetrical. And the back of your neck had built up a small immunity to it. Or, at least when compared to your side. The side has no chance of being free from it’s discomfort.

This topic brings up something else. Why did it take so long for the “tagless” shirt to come out? I mean, really, we cured smallpox decades before the tagless shirt. I would like to believe that humans are pretty intelligent, curing disease and all, but did it really take that long?

Look at it  from a business standpoint. More comfort = more happy customers. Less material = Lower cost. Win – Win.

In short, I smell cover-up. Who’s with me?

In other news.I didn’t get anything done today. Not just in terms of writing (except this) but in terms of everything.

My lazy meter has been in the red all day today. I shouldn’t be okay with that, but I am. Sometimes I’m very good at coping with my own inadequacies.

For your added benefit here’s a list of a few things that make me feel awesome:

  1. Old episodes of Hey Arnold.
  2. The free release of the Portal 2 soundtrack.
  3. The smell of opening a pack of Magic: the Gathering cards.
  4. The smell of books from the used bookstore.
  5. The smell of clean cups. (You don’t really know if a cup is clean unless you smell it).
  6. People commenting on my short story Memorandum RE: Galaxy. (Trust me, I’m almost done promoting it).
Tomorrow I will get stuff done. Yes. Tomorrow.
D.A.

Prime Directive #1

May 25, 2011

I decided on something for my blog. 

When I feel lazy (like today), I will still post on this thing. That means I will actually write something rather than just posting a sentence and a video of a cat playing with some yarn (as awesome as that would be.). I want to do this because I really think just writing for others to read will help develop my writing ability. If it’s public, then people may read it, and I would want to make sure that I’m writing something that isn’t going to be made fun of. So, despite my mood, I’ll end up putting effort into making something worth looking at.

The main goals of this blog are to promote my desire to write and help me become a better writer. It doesn’t matter what I write, as long as I write it. Heck, even making posts with around 250 words is “writing”. As minimal as that might sound to some of you, that’s quite a bit for me. So I guess just posting on here is helping me accomplish those goals. So, there’s Prime Directive #1: Always write something.

Let’s talk some more about goals.

“Write something that challenges you”. That’s what I keep telling myself. That could apply to subject matter as well as just trying to make a very complex story actually work. You know, I’m sure there are plenty of good writers out there that still don’t feel like they’ve accomplished any of this before. So I think that’s a good and logical goal to have. Therefore, Prime Directive #2: Challenge Yourself.

My next story will come on Sunday, May 29th, at 8 p.m. What’s it about? I dunno. Small people that worship the sky? Soda pop and cargo shorts? I guess you’ll have to read it to find out.

Secondary Goal #1: Come up with something better than a plot that involves cargo shorts.

I am aiming for something shorter than my last story (like I said in my previous posts). I will be going for humor, so make sure you warm up your “LOL’s” and “Haha’s” and possibly “TeeHee’s” in the comment sections on my newest story. Hey, you can also leave some of those on my last short story. It’s titled Memorandum RE: Galaxy. You know, that story I’ve been promoting for the past week +.

Secondary Goal #2: Shamelessly self promote your own work wherever you can.

Hey. I’m writing, you’re reading, it’s all good.

D.A.