Bleh

Chapter one is now up and I’ve updated the pdf to make it look pretty. I was intending to write a mind blowingly brilliant post today, but I just feel creatively dead right now. Yeah, I know that’s a terrible excuse. No matter how much effort I put into it, I just can’t seem to break out of my procrastinator ways. Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better.

Prologue Up

As the title states, the prologue of my story is now up. To read it, go to the link at the top that says Masterpiece-of-epic-proportions. I’ll change the title when I think of something better. Keep in mind that this is just a rough version. I’ll put the first chapter up Monday, I think. I’m going to try going back on that schedule I talked about before. Being back at school helps me set myself to a schedule.

The story I’m writing has turned out to be a sci-fi about the human race being wiped out by something and the last survivors doing stuff. Yeah, I’m still fuzzy on the details, but I’ve got some character ideas I really like. Don’t ask where the story idea came from. I have no idea.

I feel like I should keep saying something because this isn’t really a full blog post yet, but I have nothing to say. I suppose I could dispense some advice of the day.

Never run out of chocolate. Now go write something.

New Project

I’m going to try something new. Meaning it’s been done before, but I thought it would be cool to try. I got the idea from the author of this book I just read, Warbreaker. Awesome book. The point is that while the author was writing it he put it up online for free. I decided I want to try the same thing.

Of course, the difference is that he’s a famous author who writes amazing things so getting it for free is great. But this’ll still be fun, even if no one reads it. I’ll put the downloadable pdf up on this site and give blog updates about the story. Trust me, it’ll be cool. Maybe.

The book doesn’t have a title yet, but I’ve saved it as Masterpiece-of-awesome-proportions so it’s bound to be epic. I’ll get it uploaded as soon as I’ve finished the first chapter, in a couple days or so. Hopefully I’ll think of a title first.

Just a warning about this story: there will probably be zombies. There’s always zombies in my stories. I never intend for them to be there, but they always show up. Weird.

If you’re wondering about my Milwordy progress…. I’ve been writing about as much as I’ve been updating this blog. Yeah. January is fail. I have a new plan to get back on track in February, though I imagine it will work about as well as most of my other plans.

Who knows though? My ideas occasionally work out. After all, I wrote a comic book in twenty-four hours and a novel in three days. The trick to succeeding is to not see failure as an option. And to actually get around to writing. That helps too.

Wednesday Writing Prompt

Today is the first Wednesday writing prompt. I’ll do these every Wednesday from now on. I haven’t entirely decided on the format yet, so I’ll just experiment until I figure out something I like. The idea is that I post a prompt and my response to it, then anyone who wants to can post their own response to the prompt in the comments. It sounds like fun.

For this first prompt, I’m going to give you a sentence that must be the first sentence of your response. Today’s sentence is:

The enemies were rapidly approaching and all she had was an empty rocket launcher.

Enjoy! Here’s my short story. Excuse the messiness, I didn’t edit it.

The enemies were rapidly approaching and all she had was an empty rocket launcher. Trinia searched the area around herself, desperate for either ammo or an escape. Neither were readily available in the concrete room. There was only one door, and through it she could see them coming.

Trinia was done for.

She leaned against the white wall, rocket launcher clutched close to her body. Useless as it was, it was the only defense she had. Her original intention had been to get in this room then knock down the hallway. That was before she’d realized the rocket launcher she’d grabbed was empty.

Feet pounded on the tile floor. A whimper escaped Trinia’s throat.

“So falls the last human on Earth,” she whispered to herself. “But not without a fight.”

Her knuckles were white on the trigger. It was still a big, heavy object. If surrender was an option she might have taken it in the hopes of carrying on the human race. There were no more options. They took no prisoners.

They were close now. Trinia hoisted herself up onto shaky legs and used the rocket launcher as a support. The first one tumbled through the door. Blue gelatinous spheres took her in. Trinia screamed and ran forward, rocket launcher raised high. It hissed, revealing small pointed teeth.

Her weapon came down and smashed through its fragile skull. Blood and brains smeared across the floor and dripped from the end of the launcher.

“Come get me!” Trinia yelled. “Come get me you furry little cowards!”

They came. A mass of small fluffy bodies hopped down the hall in unison, causing the floor to tremble. Their ears perked up and turned toward the sound of her voice. A line of them reached the door at the same time. Trinia swung and dozens of small fuzzy bodies flew through the air and splattered against walls.

The heavy weapon was too slow. Before Trinia could bring it down for a second swing they were on her. Teeth gnashed into her skin and tore her clothes. Razor sharp nails drew blood. Trinia opened her mouth to screech in pain and it was filled with cottony fluff. She gagged, losing air. Her eyes bled, she could feel them gnawing on her hair.

Trinia hauled the rocket launcher up with on hand, knocking off the bodies covering it. With the heavy object held high in the air, she turned her head and managed to utter her last words.

“Damn… dirty… rabbits.”

The rocket launcher came down on her head.

Sugary Goodness

It’s almost the end of the day, but I remembered that I owe my nonexistent readers a Monday blog post because I promised to keep to a schedule, so I’m writing this before I go to sleep. Yes, I’ve been procrastinating, but I’m going to have a writing day. Tomorrow. I’ve run out of other things to do so it’s time to force myself to write. I’m aiming for at least a 10k day. Now for the actual purpose of this post, which reminds me of the other goal I should set. Writing coherent on topic posts.

Today I’ve got something very important to talk about. That’s right. Cookies. Why are cookies important to writing? Because they’re cookies! And my roommate informed me that the brain runs on sugar, so if you want your brain to work well you should give it sugar. I trust her knowledge of these things because she’s majoring in some sort of medical field. I forget which one.

The point is, cookies are an excellent source of inspiration while writing. They can even be eaten with one hand, allowing writing to continue during cookie consumption.

There are multiple options to evaluate, so I’m going to use bullet points. Aren’t they pretty?

• Option One: Homemade cookies. This is by far the best option for anyone capable of baking. I am not. For those who can bake, I suggest a cookie without too much chocolate. Chocolate gets on fingers then smears on keyboards. Also avoid sprinkles. They get under the keys and cause endless problems.

• Option Two: Buying cookies. But which kind of cookies to buy? The main choices here are Chips ahoy and Oreos. I know there are other cookies available, but they are inferior to these two choices. Those who know me know my preference in this area. I choose Chips ahoy.

Oreos are too needy of a cookie. They either have to be dunked in milk or split apart, activities that slow down writing. Plus the messy chocolate will get everywhere. Chips ahoy are bite sized. They can easily be consumed while writing. Plus, you get a huge bag of them. Then you can invite someone over and let them eat a couple so you can act like you didn’t just eat an entire bag of cookies.

Well, that’s it. No more bullet points. What cookies do you eat?