This is for a flash fiction challenge happening over at terribleminds this week. I rolled a fun number (17, for those who like spoilers), and I decided to take a shot at it. Totaled out at 1,013 words here.
“Harbinger. Do you read me?”
Static.
“Harbinger, this is Joni Best. Do you read?”
A voice through Joni’s earpiece, “This is Harbinger III; we read you, Agent Best. What is your location?”
“I’ve infiltrated the base,” she said.
“Perfect,” came the familiar voice. “You’re looking for wing fifty-six. Take the elevator to floor B twenty-five. Once you’re there, you’re on your own. Communication will be blocked.”
“Right,” Joni said.
“Remember: remove the power source and get out. Don’t waste time.”
“And don’t get caught. I got it.”
“Good luck, Joni.”
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Re/Discovery
Today, I happened upon some music I had heard before, but could never remember the name to. The moment I started to hear that one song, I swore it was familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It wasn't until halfway through the song when I realized it was that particular song I'd heard before. I looked into the artist, found their album, and bought it. And through "related" searches had another similar experience.
So, yeah, I bought two relatively old (07 and 04) albums today.
And that's alright. So, it isn't the most popular music around. That's okay. I remember first hearing these songs and loving them, and now that I have them, they mean even more. It was both sort of a discovery and a rediscovery. But, together. And that, I think, was the best part about it.
Shall I explain why? Yes? Alrighty then!
So, yeah, I bought two relatively old (07 and 04) albums today.
And that's alright. So, it isn't the most popular music around. That's okay. I remember first hearing these songs and loving them, and now that I have them, they mean even more. It was both sort of a discovery and a rediscovery. But, together. And that, I think, was the best part about it.
Shall I explain why? Yes? Alrighty then!
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Classic Doctor Who
A day wasted (for me, at least) is a day informed. Not necessarily about current events or usually anything integrally important to the flow of the world, but interesting to me and generally able to hold my attention for long enough that I waste a few hours on it.
Well, I wasted just about an entire day... on Doctor Who. I mean, that shouldn't sound terribly surprising. It's easy to waste a day watching The Doctor's adventures through space and time. But I spent my day a little differently. Being caught up with the series (I found out about and started watching Who when they were airing the end of the 6th season), I found a different facet of the show: Classic Doctor Who.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Finish
I just turned down a publisher because I wasn't ready. You can imagine how many times my head has made contact with my desk.
Let me explain...
Yesterday, I talked with a publishing company whom I had briefly contacted approximately a year ago. I sent them a short story I had "finished" without thinking anything of it. It was a short story that had the potential to (and eventually would evolve to become) a full-fledged novel (idea). In reality, this publisher publishes books. Not short stories. So if they read it, they most likely read it under the assumption that it was a prologue or first chapter of sorts. (It would eventually become the prologue to something, so it kind of makes sense. I suppose.)
Well, for NaNoWriMo (I know, I talk about NaNo a lot, but it's a big part of my life) last year, I started writing this story down. Managing 50,000 wasn't all that one story though. It was also the beginnings of the story before that story that wasn't really a story and needed to just be back-story for one character... But that's a little confusing, so I'll skip that full explanation. Now, for real, I got about a quarter of the way through this novel's full word count expectancy. But it was so bad. (I know, NaNo produces quantity, not quality, but still.) I hid it within my folders on my computer and never looked at it again.
Let me explain...
Yesterday, I talked with a publishing company whom I had briefly contacted approximately a year ago. I sent them a short story I had "finished" without thinking anything of it. It was a short story that had the potential to (and eventually would evolve to become) a full-fledged novel (idea). In reality, this publisher publishes books. Not short stories. So if they read it, they most likely read it under the assumption that it was a prologue or first chapter of sorts. (It would eventually become the prologue to something, so it kind of makes sense. I suppose.)
Well, for NaNoWriMo (I know, I talk about NaNo a lot, but it's a big part of my life) last year, I started writing this story down. Managing 50,000 wasn't all that one story though. It was also the beginnings of the story before that story that wasn't really a story and needed to just be back-story for one character... But that's a little confusing, so I'll skip that full explanation. Now, for real, I got about a quarter of the way through this novel's full word count expectancy. But it was so bad. (I know, NaNo produces quantity, not quality, but still.) I hid it within my folders on my computer and never looked at it again.
Monday, August 19, 2013
Reversion
I want to write. Seems simple. Probably should be. But it isn't... This could be really deep, and probably really personal. And long. Yeah, definitely long. I thought I'd inform you before I really got into it.
Since I was little, I've written stories and always read books with my own little twist on them. It's always been my dream. Especially not too long ago, I got really serious about finishing and publishing. Overall, though, it's kind of been my thing. So much so that half the people I'm acquainted with I'm acquainted with through or for writing. It's become a huge part of my life. I label myself as an unpublished author, because that's what I always wanted to be. I wanted to create my own little worlds and characters; create stories with epic battles and quiet, memorable moments; to show the world the scope of my imagination. And getting paid for it? A dream come true.
But, writing is a religion. All on its own it encompasses the time and mental capabilities required to keep faith. Seriously, when you're a writer it's an integral part of your being unlike any other hobby or occupation. Because, as a human being, you're always thinking about something. Even if that something is mind-numbing nothingness. But, as a writer, you're mind is always dually thinking and imagining. There's literally a different lens life is viewed through. Like any religion would, writing acts at the forefront of anything a writer does. Which is why when someone says "I'm a writer," it's not only an occupation, but also a religious affiliation (whether they deem it that or not).
Since I was little, I've written stories and always read books with my own little twist on them. It's always been my dream. Especially not too long ago, I got really serious about finishing and publishing. Overall, though, it's kind of been my thing. So much so that half the people I'm acquainted with I'm acquainted with through or for writing. It's become a huge part of my life. I label myself as an unpublished author, because that's what I always wanted to be. I wanted to create my own little worlds and characters; create stories with epic battles and quiet, memorable moments; to show the world the scope of my imagination. And getting paid for it? A dream come true.
But, writing is a religion. All on its own it encompasses the time and mental capabilities required to keep faith. Seriously, when you're a writer it's an integral part of your being unlike any other hobby or occupation. Because, as a human being, you're always thinking about something. Even if that something is mind-numbing nothingness. But, as a writer, you're mind is always dually thinking and imagining. There's literally a different lens life is viewed through. Like any religion would, writing acts at the forefront of anything a writer does. Which is why when someone says "I'm a writer," it's not only an occupation, but also a religious affiliation (whether they deem it that or not).
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Just Do It
WAKE UP! You have been sleeping while I have not been blogging, but no more. I have returned from an elongated trip. It being over, I have returned. Albeit with a few different perspectives on a few different things. That doesn't mean that I won't continue to share things.
There are times, where something is sitting in front of you. It might be a ways off, or it could be right in your face (for some reason I have more experience with in your face things than far off things). Either way, they will have to be confronted. Everything will be, but these things (which, for some reason, I imagine as little imps) especially. You can push them off as long as you want to, but eventually you will have to face them.
There is a saying that I hear a lot of the time. It's both amusing and very, very true. Procrastination is just like masturbation; in the end, you're only screwing yourself. Because the longer you push that little imp away, the bigger and meaner-looking his horns get, and (in the token of Hellboy) the larger and more menacing the flame on his head will get.
So, when it comes down to it, you just have to do it. You just have to get out there and solve the issue, start fighting for your dream, do that thing you want to do. Or need to do. (Need to do, in my case.) Because it will only get harder the longer you push it off. So do it while it's at least relatively easier, because eventually, if you don't, it'll become impossible.
There are times, where something is sitting in front of you. It might be a ways off, or it could be right in your face (for some reason I have more experience with in your face things than far off things). Either way, they will have to be confronted. Everything will be, but these things (which, for some reason, I imagine as little imps) especially. You can push them off as long as you want to, but eventually you will have to face them.
There is a saying that I hear a lot of the time. It's both amusing and very, very true. Procrastination is just like masturbation; in the end, you're only screwing yourself. Because the longer you push that little imp away, the bigger and meaner-looking his horns get, and (in the token of Hellboy) the larger and more menacing the flame on his head will get.
So, when it comes down to it, you just have to do it. You just have to get out there and solve the issue, start fighting for your dream, do that thing you want to do. Or need to do. (Need to do, in my case.) Because it will only get harder the longer you push it off. So do it while it's at least relatively easier, because eventually, if you don't, it'll become impossible.
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