Gods have always played a large part in my writing, whether it is fantasy or less fantastical writing. Even my creative non-fiction writing makes references to the various gods and goddesses of the pantheons I created over the past decade or so. Keeping in line with my writing style, some of these gods and entire pantheons get recycled and retooled depending on the various works they appear in. This article is separated into pantheons and then loose-leaf deities.
Anyhow, here's a short story that almost everyone who doesn't read short stories for a living loves. It's Urban Fantasy with Cyberpunk elements and takes place in an alternative history of Earth. If anyone is familiar with the pen and paper Role Playing Game Shadowrun, you'll find that it's not directly inspired by the game but still find it hauntingly familiar.
I rise from my grave. So recently I've been on a bit of a poetry kick and stopped altogether and I wanted to use this little preamble to talk about it. The Song of the Storm King was originally intended to be written as an epic poem, inspired by The Song of Roland. I even referenced it with the "AOI" in … Continue reading Poetry Kick
I'm going to use my usual preamble space to explain this poem. For some reason, I was suddenly struck with the memory of my High School health where we were learning about acid. They told us about some accounts of people stuck in permanent trips. For whatever reason, this also triggered a memory from when I watched Dead Poets Society. Then I wrote this poem approximately three years ago. I think it's a pretty silly poem.
I'm writing it, people are reading it, so here is some more of the Song of the Storm King. The chronology of the Song of the Storm King is ambiguous and confusing on purpose but this part takes place before Lightning.
As a writer, one of the most difficult things to maintain is consistent character depiction. I know for a fact that other writers, both professional and otherwise, struggle with the same thing to some degree.
Garrett leaned against the counter of some shady shop, drumming his fingers against the surface. It was a cramped shop, stuffed to the gills with assorted curios and definitely not fake merchandise. It was as if someone had let that one miscellaneous drawer in their kitchen take over their house, with all the organization that comes with it. Garrett could hardly breath without bumping into something.
The posting schedule is going to be weird for the foreseeable future. Some current life errands and some longer projects have eaten up my time. As a guy who writes these posts same-day, that is not a good thing. I'm making an effort though.
Ideas are bullet proof. They are also an intangible, immaterial vapor of ever-changing stuff and are unreliable unless committed to paper (digital or otherwise.)
No blog post today, I spent time reformatting the website instead. If you like, here are my personal favorite articles I've posted.
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