I might be doing myself a disservice according to more experienced and successful authors, but I find writing fan fiction is a useful exercise. I can play in a ready-made universe I like, with characters I like. I can do this while developing my own ideas for universes of my own. It's practice. And these… Continue reading Day 5: fan fiction
Author: Mark Ladouceur
Snippet: Jesus
"Fourth-floor Jesus got in a fistfight with Third-floor Jesus." He slumped on his stool and took the beer offered by the bartender. "And then our space ambassador, got into me about religion and how his world is sooo superior. That place is crazy."
Day 4
As part of some recent professional development, I've had to do some self-evaluation. And what it made me realize was how little time I spend reflecting on an experience to figure out what I can learn from it. I work at something, keeping my head down and powering through and at the end move on… Continue reading Day 4
Pants opening
"I took my pants off for that?" she said before rolling out of bed. He felt heat rise in his face and turned away from her derision.
Day 3
Some good work today. Explored whether I could expand on an already published short story. So far the results look promising. The events in the story could kick off a lot of subsequent events and complications as my protagonist digs himself further and further into trouble. There are enough characters set up and I could… Continue reading Day 3
Opening lines: In the dumps
As he hid in the back alley garbage bin, he wished he'd never told anyone about the jersey. Or maybe he never should have bought the damn thing in the first place.
Day 2
So, another day another small collection of words put to pixel. But it's all progress. Part of putting my writing life back in order is sifting through the abandoned structures of unfinished stories, and down the lane-ways of old ideas. Some of that could be recoverable. More of it should be plowed under. It's all… Continue reading Day 2
A person in a place has a problem
That person is me. The place is my basement, at the moment. The problem is getting back on track with writing. Looking back on my past posts, I've made this complaint before. So this is an extended problem. The best way to get past it is to just sit my ass in the chair and… Continue reading A person in a place has a problem
Opening in the stars
Earth's last city flew between the stars in the dark and cold of space.
Cold opening
Just to write something tonight. And it's weather-appropriate. "It's colder than a whore's heart out there," Hardy said, pushing the door against the frigid wind and stinging snow that blew through and scattered the playing cards across their table.
Dispatches from Obscurity 