Yes, I haven’t been keeping up with my blog. Lazy? Yes, very. I haven’t been writing much at all these past several months. Oh, I get the odd creative flash from time to time (sometimes very odd indeed), but I haven’t had the passion to run away with a story idea. I could use the excuse that I’ve lost interest since my books are out of print and I haven’t found a new publisher but that’s only a very small plop in my procrastination bucket. The passion has gone out of my pen, I don’t feel the drive to FINISH a piece, I have lost touch with my audience and lost the fire that was the dream of being a famous writer.
Oh, I have played with bits of ideas:
Cloning and the effects of falling in love with the “Other You”
What if the dead live on in the same reality as we do, just…not physically touching.
Can a dragon and wizard fall in love?
Can a pacifist healer and a warrior become friends?
What happens when robots learn to lie.
But I just haven’t fleshed them out much.
My job takes up a lot of the time I used to have to write, and World of Warcraft takes up most of the rest. I still hear the voices of characters longing to be inked and see settings behind closed eyes. I have not given up writing, that would be impossible, but I have severe Writer’s Lag.
Thank you, for wandering in here to check up on me.
Diana
“Is there something you wanted to tell me?”
Becki cringed at the computer’s question and hid the blowgun from the cycloptic camera. “No.” She scolded herself for not sounding more firm. “Why do you ask?” She knew right away she shouldn’t have asked that question.
“There is a small, spherical whole venting oxygen into space.” The statement was straightforward but the tone was a touch snide.
“Ah, I wondered what that hissing sound was,” Becki said casually.
A drawer under the control console slid silently open. “Please deposit the weapon.”
Becki sighed dramatically and dropped the ornate tube in the drawer. She kept the metal pellets in her pocket out of spite and just in case something entertaining could be done with them.
The hissing stopped within seconds. Becki pictured the microbots scurrying over the freezing hull of the tiny ship. At least they had something to do. There was only so much reading and sleeping one could do on the five-day jump from Cartage IV. The minipod wasn’t equipped with the latest VR-gaming systems and the entertainment value of the limited library of digi-vids was short-lived.
“They could have at least let me bring my books.” Becki pushed off the cushioned wall and somersaulted gracefully through the air.
“There is a large digi-text library available through the entertainment console.” The computer had informed her passenger of this several times over the past three days.
“That’s not the same thing.” Becki had stopped trying to explain the importance of actually handling paper pages where the words didn’t scroll across at a regulated pace. On her second pass across the cabin Becki grabbed a veg-stick and slapped the light pad, throwing the cabin into darkness. A multitude of tiny specks filled the window above the console. She thought they looked better from behind the atmosphere of Earth, all twinkly and dim. Becki remember panicking her first night on the planet. Her comfortable blanket of stars was vastly decreased. There were so many other oddities Becki had to get used to, the constant bombardment of smells and noise, having an unchanging ‘down’ orientation, the odd mix of new and old. She smiled at memory of the ancient paper books sitting aisle-to-aisle with digi-text, the noble hand-made buildings sharing street space with uni-structures, faded and tattered cotton clothing worn over slick neo-fiber. Earth was a very strange world. (more…)
A story idea came to me while driving.
A young female dragon is found in a small village. She was taken as an egg and has no knowledge of other dragons. She cannot speak or do magic. Her mind is wild.
Graldiss (from Prophecy of the Dragons) takes on the task of “taming” the young dragon. He delves into the terrors of her mind, calming her and leading her back to sanity. He does this away from the colonies, knowing that she will be killed on site as an abomination.
Graldiss comes to love the young dragon, who is later discovered to be a lost queen from a colony destroyed by the village that held her captive.
Anyone interested in tossing in ideas?
“Books have a mind of their own. Their knowledge can seep into your head without your realizing it.”
Talon, pg. 145
Interesting, whoda thought I could be so deep?
I raise my glass and salute those not here
I toast my family far and near
I drink to those I hold so dear
I bid you all hope and cheer
Our futures may not be clear
Our jobs might bite our rear
The Grim Reaper we may fear
And we see the Tax Man leer
But forward our lives we steer
Right after I drink my beer