Yeah.. I did it.
It wasn’t intentional again. Somebody had to tell the story for that moment and again….
Ali isn’t the type of character that likes to reveal secrets. He is a man of the shadows….
Well…He’s really not that talkative and he’s a scheming bastard on the side of angels.
Warm Regards,
Guardiandogg
I started out this year with a novel to finish and blog to grow. I got stagnant on the novel front because I had written the beginning and written the end but the middle part needed something to tie it all together. I didn’t know what so I had to leave it alone.
I’ve been hung up for a couple of months with bullshit and such and really putting in the work on blog and the novel has fallen to the side.
Massive success in the blog. I really went over the numbers and it’s doing good. Not where I want it to be end game wise but I’ll get there.
In any event, yesterday I finally thought of the key piece or string I needed to tie the whole book together. One person. One action. One event. Connect it together.
I just hadn’t thought of really exploring that person and the action being that important. I will have to put more emphasis on the person and lead the book along through the person.
I say person alot because I’m going to publish this book eventually and I don’t like spoilers for books.
Maybe reading the Luminaries made me finally see it how I really needed to think about the plot step by step.
Damn. I might have to change the title to something else. Hmm. It won’t be to much of a change but it has to be done.
I started the book with one charecter being the plot really and the main focus but when I had put in enough pages and really thought about the story I realized nope. The protagonist was someone else. All the plot and interest was focus around that one person. Now I have to do some back end and front in work to really emphasize that point.
Warm Regards,
Guardiandogg
Some men fight battles for sake of winning fame and fortune. Some men fight battles forsake of providing joy and love in a media of mind control and madness.
Mr. Rodgers was a warrior in the face of beast that is Television.
Born of struggles of modern times. Born a man. Born to do battle with harsh realities of this life in kindness, in humbleness and willness to offer a change in a space of so much nonesense and political messages to warp young minds with darkness and no confidence.
I have to many thoughts and not enough articulations to brave the wider scope of such a man.
The legacy he left behind is a treasure for all time embedded in my heart and mind. So true the earnest heart and true spirit. I am in part the way I am in thanks to you.
To the defender of The Good, The Beautiful and The True. Though you rest in peacefull slumber. Truth has embraced you and welcomed you home. You live. You live still on in this world of madness among us in our memories and actions.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Real talk. This is not a golden bar on writing tip. It’s an observation. Again I find it true at least for whenever I’m writing something I find interesting or just okay how is he going to react to this problem in his way.
You have to write it out to find out. The question of what happens next can’t be answered by thinking about it. You have to write it out and discover it. Don’t get me wrong once a charecter is established that charecter can only react in a certain way.
Change happens to charecter but only as a means of adjusting to new environment or growth.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
The question really is just the spark to get my brain a jump start to writing or finding a conversation topic.
All my interverts know where I’m coming from.
But, staying on the topic of inspiration. Yes, it usually starts with a question. What would happen if I took Max who is smart and self conscious about having a one arm and flat chest and meets James who is a great admirer of her ass and legs.
Wait a minute…
Prologue
Final straw…
I turned around and caught James staring at my giant ass. I put my hand on my hip. James smiled up at me unapologetic.
“Have you been listening to a word I said. If we’re going to buy this house we need to get a contractor in here to get fixed for your wheel chair.”
“Did you have to wear that dress today? I told you I get think about any thing when your ass is in my face and your wearing a mini skirt outside.”
I pulled down dress though I knew he was just fucking with me. The dress was long enough to cover my ass and still be short enough to be fun. I wanted to wear it for as long as I could. I was six weeks pregnant with our first and one week married. I casted a glance at my cousin Harry was busy ignoring us looking at video on his phone until we were ready to decide on the house.
I saw down on James lap. I nearly jumped off his lap but relaxed hugged his neck. James put a hand to my stomach and one hand up my dress.
“Honey. I really need you to pretend your interested in this shit.” I said.
“I’ll be good baby. But make it quick I want to get you home for some play time. I fine with whatever house is your fancy.” He said.
Damn him. He kept making believe that he was in love with me and not just putting on the happy new husband we had planned.
….
Yeah. I get question and the story or something to write about us comes to me. I’m just bullshiting. The thing is if you’ve read a lot and write alot the shit just writes itself after ten plus years of doing the shit. The question is just a spark to a match.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
This is going to be a weird one.
Prologue
The quickening
December 25, 2020
God Empeor George
I listened to the reports that my advicers were giving me on the progress of the invasion of earth. It sounded like everything was going easily according to plan. The U.S.A was headed to a down turn with the puppet leader Biden being put in place and the eastern countries were all fucking with each other to notice our people coming into their lands. Countries would fall, mortals would die and the empire would gain new slaves to advance our great ambitions.
All was shaping up but for one thing. One big event that took place.
Change. Nothing ruined a well organized plan like it. The fools in power didn’t see it but it was happening.
My advicers were down playing it to me to play kiss ass. But, I was fucking awake.
“Are you sure you can get eighty percent of earths population to take it before the change takes place in Gen Y and Z?”
They were quiet. My eyes were on a digital display of earths populated areas. The silence lasted to damn long. It let me know they didn’t know shit for sure so they were going to bullshit me.
“Emperor the projections are in place and the science is with us. Negating that fact the vaccines are only the means of the first strike to stop anymore proceeding quickening.”
Damnnation and back. The quickenings were happening already. Holy shit. Damn it. They failed to mentioned that before now. It had been a mistake to reasure me. I had to get my War lords to earth to hunt down the ones that were changing into roins. Last time I acted to slow I had to wipe out a whole fucking race of warrior cat humans.
I couldn’t afford to that shit again. The empire needed slaves, warriors and concubines.
I nodded. “Send Arrow and his brothers to North America to over see vaccinations for next year. They should-” I paused as I watched a communications station blimp out. It could have been a power outtage but I knew that was bullshit. That station was well guarded and protected.
I brought up a sky image of a few minutes ago in earth time of the location. Five black armed soldiers invaded the compound and with less then an hour escaped but not before setting the building on fire.
Hmm. “The blue states are under control it’s time we stomped Texas and Florida into submission.”
“We’ll do Emperor.”
I started at the area on the digital screen the power station went out. Waco, Texas.
I don’t know? It might shape up to be a good story but then again not much here but a question. What the fuck is going on?
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
I’ve been writing stories and poetry for a long damn time. Not more then the greats but more then the average asshole that wishes a upon a star and then doesn’t do the work to craft a bridge to never never land. Yet, I find myself writing about a man that is light years smarter and practical then me and I find a interested to know more so I write more and throw more at him to see how he reacts and I am surprised every time.
I’m not trying to shine on my own shit or say I am reaching a stage of brilliance..none of that is hitting the mark. I just have a question for myself or rather to you my fellow writers and lovers of the song language and writen word.
Have you ever found yourself wondering upon the discovery of a character’s thoughts on digital screen or notepad…
Who the hell is this guy?
There is nothing new under the sun. We all gather our materials from somewhere in this world in our interactions with people in our own dreams to write or to paint.
I have an idea of where I could have gathered an idea for this charecter now upon digging through my thoughts in this post. One man or concept of man comes to mind. The Sigma who deals in strategy and mystery.
But again that is one piece of a personality type. The man I’m writing about is complicated piece of a man that exists in fictional world I had not even intended to make. I started with a charecter and world built itself around the charecter or once the charecter is established how he is reflects the world he is piece of.
I find this stuff wonderfully amazing. The craft or art of writing. I’m still learning and I’m surprised by it.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Okay….modern setting. Prologue. Lunch meeting turns into Romantic encounter and go.
The fool talks to hear himself speak. When he speaks he utters lies to cover his crimes. His native language is fantasy and mischief.
Those were of my grandmother’s wisdom as I sat down for lunch with my head sells rep. Clive Morris from my brokes brothers store.
I heard lies in Clive’s voice in his manner of carrying himself and his avoidance of my direct stare.
Clive was stealing money from my company. I hadn’t been sure it was him until our lunch meeting began. But, when our lunch arrived at the table I was sure and knew I had to take action.
Colorful laughter caught my attention. It tickled my ears and had my head turning in the direction of the source.
A slinder red head with creamie caramel brown skin was laughing at something someone at her table said. Her face was a open joyful delight. Full lips. Jade dancing eyes and a cherry red dress the same color as her straight red hair.
I stared at her. Until she noticed me. She stared back with as much interest as I gave her. I smiled at her.
“You have a lovely laugh.”
She blushed. “Thank you.” She said and turned away.
I wasn’t ready to end the engagement. I would handle Clive later. “It must have been a good joke.”
She half turned to me. “Not really. I just appreciated the effort. I’m with someone.”
“You would find more entertainment with me and I would hold and demand you attention for more then an hour.” I said confidently.
“A bit arrogent.” She said still not looking away.
I stared at her and unfolded my full smile. “I’m holding your attention and focus now. I’m sure we can both entertain each for a lot then an hour. I’m James Dellmore. What’s your name?”
Hmmm. Not enough poetry. Action is there. But, good prologue for something more.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
Yeah. I don’t do that april fools horseshit. Next week I might be giving away a book or doing a lot more brain storming idea posts for anybody interested in grabbing an idea or some shit to toy with into something good or funny.
April is a gift month to me and I’m looking to gift to you inspiration and appreciation for liking my shit.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
It’s an excuse to write without having everything figured out. Fear has no room in a writer’s head or hesitate fingers hovering over the keyboard.
You have a thought but no story. You an idea but no main charecter. I brainstorm on the blog occasionally to show you have to just start. Fuck the fear and uncertainty. Start anywhere and sow the shit together in place later in editing and rewrites.
Real talk. I’ve read enough books, articles and poetry and don’t give a fuck if you or anybody thinks it’s shit. I know it’s shit but I go with it and let it pour out of my mind into reality and now a days I enjoy turning shit into gold my dude.
Hot damn! What a time to be alive.
I lived long enough to get here. Writing is magical, thoughtful and amazing. I enjoy every bit of it. The humility and the surprises along the way. It’s worth being a fool or a miss spelled word or missing word here or several places. If by one word at a time I can get better at this shit then I was in January it’s worth the minor humilating moments.
I want to get good at this shit. That’s my goal. I want to get good my dude and I want to read the stories or poetry in my head before I lose them in a sea of other stories already capturing my attention.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
I’ve been listening to a paranormal detective stories podcast on unauthorized.tv
It’s basically an anthology series of short ghost stories about agents for a paranormal detective agency.
It’s pretty wild and giving me ideas about my own anthology series I’m writing. I want to do a something similar.
I just enjoy the format of radio stories style told in a first person narrative. I just want it to sound good. It’s like a future project in the works in back of my mind. This one would be for me.
I might try out doing it with my phone but really I want it to sound sharp and clear. I need a great microphone and interface.
My favorite action radio series is The Shadow. I really dig it. Hell I even like the Blue coal commercials for the radio series. If I’m feeling silly enough I might have boner pill commercials in between the breaks. Above all I want it to have a bit of humor and whole lot of action.
If I can keep it at 2,000 words or less and interesting then I’ll be listening to the show for years.
Warm Regards
Guardiandogg
