Drakescape Metropolis Book 1….

So I finished my first draft for November kiss. I’m not done by a long shot but I’ve finished my book. I got the cover, map and glossary done just a few more touches to do but I’m happy with the progress I’ve made and I will do once it’s done.

I’m aiming for a hundred sixty to two-hundred pages. I will improve my book as my next published book.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

The point of no return….

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All I have is the road ahead of me. The road behind is only an echo of a time that used to be the present.

I know a dirt nap is at the end of it so I know between now and then I better make the most of my life. In the very least I should play the game properly.

Yeah. Today I find myself introspective about choices that I make and the habits I want to create and old habits I want to take up again.

Old habit is creating more music and art. New habit is to slowly but surely become a weekly investor.

I don’t fear death. I never have.. I am afraid of wasting time doing things that have no meaning to me or add nothing positive to me or anyone else. There’s more then enough bullshit in life I see no point and have no desire to comsume more then my fair share or produce anything more to add to the shit hill.

Still. I find myself wasting time. A thing I hate the most. A thing I fear the most. So…I have but one way to go. I am at a point of no return. I have to push onward.

I’ll put some headphones on my head close my eyes to distractions and just keep walking listening to some self imposed affirmations….

I am an investor….in financial growth and a investor in my own art and self worth…..

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The inspiration for this post…

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

A discussion in art..Who is this made for?!

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Art is truly subjective.

You like what you like.

Some people hate action movies. Some people prefer romantic comedies. The small minority of today prefer books as their go too art/entertainment.

The Rings of Power is a Television show made by modern day writers. The themes cater to a proticular audience…..

I’m not in that audience. The shit wasn’t made for me so I don’t give a fuck about it.

That audience exists and they will watch and enjoy every second of the art that I view as shit.

I don’t really hate on people that like the shit or think it’s high art. I find the shit interesting because it brings hope to my mind that rich fuckers didn’t just spend a fucking truck full of money just to blow it all on cocain fantastic visions about an audience that would love the fuck out of it.

Realistically speaking the makers of Rings of Power were shooting for the fan base of traditional fans of the Lords of the Rings. They missed from the jump of the first fucking trailer and didn’t have a flying fuck of succeeding because……

They weren’t fans to begin with and it was always about the money. But, they have their audience just not the one they were shooting for.

Disney/Marvel produced a show about She Hulk.

I am a fan of SheHulk. I saw the first trailer. I couldn’t get past how fuck ugly She-hulk looked and then the resting bitch face of the actor that plays She-hulk in normal bitch mode. I knew this shit wasn’t for me. I found who it was for and heard a dude say that fucking ugly green CGi-fuck ugly-jolly green giant was sexy….

I’m not mad at the dude for saying he’s fucking banana balls crazy. I am relieved in a weird way that the people that find this shit amazing and awesome exist….I know who this shit is for….the normal general public.

The normal general public loves this form of entertainment. I maxed out a long fucking time ago. This shit wasn’t made for me. It was made for consumers these products.

For the next decades. Marvel will bring out a ton of this shit and the normal folks will watch every last bit of the shit and enjoy it all. I got no shade for Marvel now because people are buying it. Consuming Disney SheHulk and Marvel movies are how normal people have fun…..

So what is my reaction to all this….

Bad ass bitch

Techno wizard cowboy

Alpha Bad ass barbarian in a suit.

This is how I have fun. I make art for me.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Brainstorming: She-hulk, Heavy Metal and long kiss goodnight pt 1

Mix…

The Sensational She-Cyberpunk

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Prologue

Jan

I stood outside the authority court house meeting room waiting to get a word from Dallas on whether or not the judges would allow the new evidence to be presented for our case before the day was done. I wish I could be in the meeting room with Dallas. He was nervous though I knew he could handle it. This was a big case for him. I was only happy I could-“

A loud crackle of lightning broke through the sky outside. I looked up through the window ceiling above in time to see flashes of lightning clash together. The rain started immediately and a storm raged outside.

A flash of lightning connected again and I saw two men exchange blows before the taller one knocked the other down. The man fell fast. I screamed ducking away as the man came crashing through the ceiling. Glass flew everywhere cutting into my back and cheek as the body came down to land in the center of the hallway.

I turned looking down at him. I blinked in shock at the battered bloody male body. He was young, dark hair, dark chocolate skin coded with the language of his people dressed in the fashion common to any age or youth generation of the city Newark. I knew who he was instantly. I had worked hard to avoid him and being noticed by his brethern.

I heard the sound of laughter shake the city and the elements I could only sense converging to lay claim to this realm.

I went over to him quickly gathering him in my arms and wiping away the blood and glasses on his body and face. I slapped his coded face lightly. “Wake up, you damn elemental. You can’t die out on me. Wake the hell up. Damn it.” I said and kept slapping his face now.

Nothing worked. His body was going paler by the seconds. The city shook with the monsters laughter as the Heavy Metal Dragon Cyberpunk slowly faded out of existence.

There was nothing I could do. I wasn’t what he had become. I hadn’t been good enough. He couldn’t die. I couldn’t afford for him to die.

“You can’t die. Please. I need you alive. You can’t die. Please. I need you alive. Damn it Cyberpunk LIVE!” I screamed at him and punched his chest.

A flash of light exploded between us bathing the hallway in light and fire for an instant.

Cyberpunk opened his eyes and stared at me and then he came to his feet and blinking at me in surprise. “Thanks, little Cousin. Sorry, about the change. You look great though. Later.” He said and then leaped up out of the hole in the ceiling.

I stared up wiping my face on my jacket. I felt Dallas behind me. “Did the judge accept the evidence?” I asked him not wanting him to see me. I was changed. I had no idea into what though with my luck.

“Ah. No. It’s too late. They’re sentencing him to life. So you ever plan on telling me your were a dragon/alien like Cyberpunk? Are you going to look at me?”

I sighed and turned to look at him. Dallas stared at me. I frowned at him as I rose from the floor. I noticed the change by how I stood a head taller then his 6’2 height.

I felt different. I felt…sexy, strong, powerful and by the look on Dallas’s perfect face he thought so too. I smiled at him as I shook off my jacket and brushed off the glass from my blond hair, shirt and brushed off my pants. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll get em next time. I can give you a back massage to cheer you up?”

Dallas nodded “Sounds good. Let’s go.” He said taking my hand and leading me away.

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I giggled and followed him.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Guardiandog’s Mapping out your story (MOYS) podcast 1 creative juices?!….

Episode One

This one is a bit short but…..

It gets into the flow and ideas behind just getting started in writing. I use as examples my latest writing Blue Technomancer as an example of the importance on always have a notebook or phone handy for inspiration and being open to the fact you always have to rewrite but everything begins with just starting out.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

an argument for #Blackpill to end. #Excellence

Part 2

Truth and lies.

There are things in this life I like many young boys and young men were taught to follow the path of go to school, go to college maybe university and above all else get a degree.

Because knowledge is power.

It’s only as you age and hopefully gain wisdom you realize this a lie. In short people with power or in positions of power very few times have or gained their power by being knowledgeable or as discerning. In fact the world is not run by rulers of superior knowledge.

It’s run by people with the understanding that power is power.

How does this relate to Blackpills or excellence? A positive point toward Blackpillers is that some of it’s propopoants declare that a man should not live his life on lies or a fictional view of how the world works. A man should embrace the harsher element of the truth of life.

Where then the Blackpill ideology falls apart is that it stops there or it does go the extra mile. What is the purpose then of gaining knowledge for a proticular craft your interested in or have a natural talent in?

I push forth my own answer in blunt fashion as so:

To shine with excellence and to be the man people look to get shit done.

Excellence and application of what you do and how you do it are the gifts that come with achieving high levels of knowledge in a chosen field, profession, trade or craft. The time taken to sparken your skills to learn new skills and better perform over the other guy is what a man strives for in gaining respect,.position and an elevation of power.

Yes. There is a harshness to this world. A unforgivingness to this world but men were created in this world and for ages men have conquered and dominated in this world. Currently in the first world it doesn’t seem so much true but

Men achieve high levels of excellence in the heart of conflict difficulties and pain. Life comes with pain and trouble but this is not new. This is the reality our ancestors dealt with managed and in some cases mastered by embracing the truth and excelling in to high levels of excellence and self-esteem.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Spring time in a recession/political depression….#poetry

My allergies are kicking my ass.

The day to day journey’s from home to work and back again fill me with woe.

Not for the work or job as it be. It’s because of the consent bullshit shit in the metaphorical air. I’m allergic to bullshit and politically motivated as such there is alot in the air in that regards.

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It’s a upon us. The season you work longer hours and think about chances to grab more out of a week and day. The prices aren’t falling. So the pay must keep raising.

There’s a reason for it all. There’s a cause behind it all I just can’t name him.

Beta bitch Joe Biden

Oh well. I can’t seem to remember the name of the person. All I can hear are voices continually talking about Will Smith for some reason.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Current writing habits and book updates…

I figured that I really need to just focus on finishing one book at a time. I can get out a short story here and there but I have to be careful of this. I love writing four swords but it’s turning into a full on book that takes to much of my time and it’s too damn long to put up online. I’ll gather what I have and finish it out in a ebook.

I’m finding it harder to keep my short stories real short now. I just end up writing down more then two hundred words with it and I find it harder to keep it short. I’m going to finish it but it will take me full days on my off days to get it done.

I loved writing Blue Jumper but I could have explored more and gone longer with it. I’m at version 001 but I’m going to extend it when I can.

I like how the Dawn of the Supers series is coming along. It’s my favorite series so far because of the challenges the stories have given me. It’s a fun little sci-fi action adventure read.

Currently I am focused on Styx Shade. The writing style is a challenge for me but I embrace it. I’m taking a break from strange dreams Alex and will pick it back up when I’ve finished Styx Shade book 1.

I’m close to finishing La Rue the knight. But it will take time on my off days. I have a direction for it but I just need the off days to get the work done.

So far a busy year for writing.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

Declining as a writer and the need to push yourself while you have energy and focus….

Inspiration of this post.

George R. R. Martin.

I think of the successes he’s had of the past and scale of his body of work and rate of productivity and then I see the wall.

He can’t finish out the last book in his magnum opus. He can’t or is unable to sceal his legazy as a writer. What’s the problem? What’s the situation going on?

It boils down to time and a moment when age has caught with you.

How can age and time catch up with a writer? Isn’t the art and the craft totally depended on the mind and imagination?

No. The mind is a physically aspect. It is apart of the body and both have time limits for how effective and spark they can be on any given day or the acceleration of age, time and interest.

A professional boxer has a window of time he can be active and sharp on the game before time and age slow them down.

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I think about this aspect every day. I have a time limit myself on my own scope and body of work I wish to get half way down by my late forties. I’m in good physical shape and I’m always conscious of my weight and striving to work on my focus and staying active on achieving my goals.

I have so many stories, poetry collections and blog posts I wish to write and audiobooks I want to produce. I don’t care about legazy so much as getting the work done so when I forget it all one day. I have something to give and share that hopefully might inspire someone else to create their own realms of stories and continue the story by hopefully bothering from me and others to make great stories.

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Warm regards

Guardiandogg

I finished writting Blue Jumper my thoughts….

Not how I would like to have ended it but awesome all way around. 26 episodes in total. It ends on a light note with a door open for the story that will follow in the order of the DAWN OF THE SUPERS series.

Blue Jumper published 2022

Rising Dragon coming soon….

Steel Toe Technomancer coming soon…

The Elder published 2021

True steel detective coming soon….

Each book is a stand alone story at different timeliness of the series so you can read them as you will.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg

four swords of Katie Holmes Chapter 10 Heart

We sat down in comfortably after some of the men cleaned up the mess at the door. The elder Mr. Delta lit up a cigar offering one to Ace as they went over the business. Diamond was relaxed knowing that one of his pledge brothers from his college days would handling his case.

That was enough for me and everybody else. Ace blew out some smoke and regarded the Elder Mr. Delta.

“Alright. Can you get in contact with the fuckers behind this so we can end it.”

Andrew sat back. “First. We need to expose who they are. They’re hiding in groups right now. Once we expose them you’ll have to legally challenge them to a gentleman’s honor duel. It must be a matter of honor not a challenge for their domain. Otherwise the shit can be held up by negotiations or a war for years before it’s saddled. There can’t be any hint that this is could be a clan war against them or play on their domain otherwise you get their alliances fighting with them as well against you. It has to be calculated cold and all business. We get one strike. If need be I have to request something of your family.”

Ace held up a hand. “How does Miss Gannon fit in all this? You sent her to us on purpose. We could have killed her.”

Andrew shook his head. “First off no you wouldn’t have just killed her. Your the Lords of the 4 swords. You were breed from birth to a code and honor that dates back sense your people laid hold to your power centuries. Yes. I know your legend far better then you think. Our families have crossed paths before. But, to answer your question again my firm has an associate who advised us to send Miss Gannon. Miss Gannon wasn’t in any position to object inspite of the risk.”

“So you ordered her to come to us risking her life? For what to gain our interest? I think your a shit head.”

Andrew looked at me. “Her father enchanted me to hire, seduce and kill her on his birthday tomorrow. I don’t work for witches or kill the innocent for anyone’s pleasure.” He said bluntly. “I chose the best option for her that became available to me, Lord Holmes and having her in your ranks provides us a denial of blood clan war excuse.”

I frowned at him. “No father would pay a mercenary to kill his-“

Vince started to chuckle lightly as did his brother. Diamond didn’t laugh but he looked pissed at me.

“Bro. Your speaking from your youth. There are assholes in this fucking world that would do much worse to their own children and have. Mr. Delta and Vince are Horsemen. We ride with honor and protect our females and people. He wouldn’t lie to me or my family. He did the best he could do he didn’t have a choice.”

Ace nodded. “Alright what do you want to ask?”

Andrew sighed. “If you can’t beat their champion will you please allow us to handle the challenger?” He said carefully.

Damn. I knew there was going to be something. Ace stared at Andrew. “Who decides if I ain’t able to do it?”

“Me.” Andrew said. “It’s my job to keep you safe and ensure all parties involved in what was stolen from you be dealt with painfully. Two hundred cases. I only lost once but I never intend on it happening again. I need your word on it or the firm can’t take on your case.” He said solemnly.

“Alright. If by some chance I can do it then you handle who it will be.” Ace said.

“This is bullshit.” I couldn’t help saying now.

“Heart.” Ace began but Andrew touched his shoulder. He stared at me focused on me. “Yes. It is. These things should be handled the direct way but the situation is more complicated.”

“It’s not complicated at all. Just tell us who and where they are we’ll handle it then.”

Andrew stared at me. “You were there the night your mother died. Zadok told me. Did you see it happen?”

“I’-I didn’t see shit. I got there to late to stop them from killing her.”

“Them?” Andrew paused. “You got there to late to stop them. How many were there?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Two. Three. ten. Fifty. A hundred. A-“

“Five damn it. There were five of them.” I said losing patience by how slow he was talking. I didn’t want to talk about this. My head hurt from thinking about it. “Ace and the family will handle-“

“Five. What did they look like? I’m guessing all men. But something about their faces their bodies. You couldn’t forget how they looked.”

“It doesn’t matter. Killing the mother fuckers that-“

“It does matter. They were Warlocks that broke the protective seals on the shop. That took time. You had to see them as they ran away or drove away or-“

“They disappeared. They were like shadows. It’s like…It’s like. They weren’t real. Just like they said.. They weren’t real. They looked. They looked like-” I paused looking at Ace and shook my head. What the fuck was I talking about. I frowned. I couldn’t remember.

I looked at their faces. Andrew nodded. “I think your right, Lord Holmes. It is important your brothers have a hand in this matter.”

I blinked and nodded. “Thank you. That’s all I wanted. She was our mother. It’s only right we saddle it.”

Andrew nodded. “I agree. Lord Holmes. The Deltas are only here to act as your servents in you avenging the death of your mother.” He said and turned to Ace. “I think we should have a drink in celebration of our battle. Something special. Do you have any refined water?” He said.

Ace stared at him and then nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. Big Al always keeps that shit in secret stash for himself.” He said and glanced at me frowning. “Are you going to stand there looking at me all day sit down. You want a drink of the stuff? It’s pretty good.”

“Yeah. sure. What’s this refined water stuff? Is it like Jin and Tonic or something?”

Diamond patted my shoulder. “It’s the hard stuff. Like straight up Vodka. Maybe you should stay clear of it.”

I flipped him off. “Fuck you. I can drink you under the table any day. Bring it on.”

Diamond rubbed my head joking with me. I turned to Joe to see him staring off until he felt my eyes on him. He looked at me and forced a smile on his face. “Get ready to shit faced.” He said.

Warm regards

Guardiandogg