I'm talking about this experiment of a blog.
I made it a month?
I kept thinking of things that I should write about but then never came back to write.
I have almost a handful of drafts that I need to complete.
Well, I might as well keep going. No one reads but I might as well keep some of my writings and ideas centralized.
Tuesday, January 07, 2014
Friday, February 01, 2013
Rock and Roll guy
I've been listening to Dave Grohl a lot on podcasts and stuff. He just did a documentary on Sound City, the legendary studio where Nirvana recorded Nevermind. I first heard about the Sound City as the home where Fleetwood Mac recorded Fleetwood Mac and Rumors. Also Neil Young recorded After the Gold Rush and Elton John recorded Caribou just to name a few of the other greats.
Anyway. I was listening to a bit about Grohl talking about forming Foo Fighters which at first was just him recording some songs by himself after Curt's death.
The struck me as very good story fodder. This band member reeling from the death of a friend and front man of a successful but very young band. He's trying to distance himself from everything that reminds him of his friend but driven to make music and how that music helps him find his way back.
Need to do something with this.
Anyway. I was listening to a bit about Grohl talking about forming Foo Fighters which at first was just him recording some songs by himself after Curt's death.
The struck me as very good story fodder. This band member reeling from the death of a friend and front man of a successful but very young band. He's trying to distance himself from everything that reminds him of his friend but driven to make music and how that music helps him find his way back.
Need to do something with this.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Quiet but still creative.
I've been silent on here the last couple of weeks but my meat space life has been very full. Mostly with improv related things.
My improv group had a memorial show for my friend and fellow founder, Brian. I was so proud of everyone involved and how we came together and put on a really great show. I knew he was watching and enjoying too. Anyway, there were rehearsals leading up to that that needed time.
Also, I'm taking an improv class. Yes, I lead a group. Yes, I'm also taking classes. Wanting to be good at anything creative means you have to never stop learning. Every class I take reminds me of just how much i need to keep learning! So I had classes to take and a show to preform.
I'm also in another improv team. The team is made of different alumni from the same set of classes. Technically you're supposed to finish all the classes first but I guess they figured we were advanced enough. I really enjoy performing with this team tho. After years and years of being in charge of my own shows it really is a relief to just show up and play then go home.
So the last couple of weeks have been full of creative activities: learning, rehearsing, producing, performing. And all those activities based around the one activity of improvising.
It always amazes me how much work it takes to do something that is basically, making shit up on the fly. But then I think about the other creative things I like to do. When it comes to writing, how much time do I spend reading, researching and plotting before a single creative word hits the page. How much time do I spend watching shows and figuring out how they are put together, why this line went here and how that joke worked. How much standup time do I spend, just thinking about places and situations. How long do jokes have to brew in my head, how many times do I have to have to repeat it over and over till I get the right inflection.
What is really odd about that is that, I want to draw but I get frustrated when my first squiggles don't look anything like what I was attempting to draw. I really need to let my experience with other creative endeavors be my guide with art as well.
Lesson learned.
My improv group had a memorial show for my friend and fellow founder, Brian. I was so proud of everyone involved and how we came together and put on a really great show. I knew he was watching and enjoying too. Anyway, there were rehearsals leading up to that that needed time.
Also, I'm taking an improv class. Yes, I lead a group. Yes, I'm also taking classes. Wanting to be good at anything creative means you have to never stop learning. Every class I take reminds me of just how much i need to keep learning! So I had classes to take and a show to preform.
I'm also in another improv team. The team is made of different alumni from the same set of classes. Technically you're supposed to finish all the classes first but I guess they figured we were advanced enough. I really enjoy performing with this team tho. After years and years of being in charge of my own shows it really is a relief to just show up and play then go home.
So the last couple of weeks have been full of creative activities: learning, rehearsing, producing, performing. And all those activities based around the one activity of improvising.
It always amazes me how much work it takes to do something that is basically, making shit up on the fly. But then I think about the other creative things I like to do. When it comes to writing, how much time do I spend reading, researching and plotting before a single creative word hits the page. How much time do I spend watching shows and figuring out how they are put together, why this line went here and how that joke worked. How much standup time do I spend, just thinking about places and situations. How long do jokes have to brew in my head, how many times do I have to have to repeat it over and over till I get the right inflection.
What is really odd about that is that, I want to draw but I get frustrated when my first squiggles don't look anything like what I was attempting to draw. I really need to let my experience with other creative endeavors be my guide with art as well.
Lesson learned.
Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Today I Bring you Pr0n!
Earlier this week I was part of a joint writing project with a friend of mine. She and I are both in the same role playing game group and all the members do a lot of writing about their characters.
The game is set in the same time and place as the George RR Martins, A Song of Ice and Fire. Her character Leeann, is a Crannog Woman. A druidic type, destined to be a wise woman among her people. My character, Donag is kind of a streetwise scoundrel who found his true calling as a hunter in the forests around Winterfell.
It's a sexy story because, hey, it's Game of Thrones but I was really happy with how it turned out. We took turn writing parts and I was very pleased with how well they linked together. I was also happy that it was about hunting a Hart and it was also about human hearts. Enjoy!
The Hart
The barge bumped the shore, skimming the shallows. Leeann jumped to the marshy shore, skipping quickly to the dry bank. Turning, she watched the rest of the party lower the walkway and debark while the barge master began to settle his vessel in for the night. They had been traveling for ten days, and the whole thing had become fairly routine.
Something caught Leeann's eye as she turned; tracks. "Donag, come look." The rangy hunter walked over.
"Yes?"
She pointed down. "At least 300 stone." The banks showed the clear tracks of a large deer. "Interested? It's been a span of days since we've had fresh meat."
Donag bent down to look at the tracks. Indeed this was a big buck and the tracks were fresh; it was probably still near. Donag looked to the sun, there were probably only a couple of hours of sunlight left though. " I'm up for it" he said, and then grinning he added. "Just you and me?"
"Sure", she answered.
Donag was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected her to agree to that but he did his best not to let it show on his face.
Leeann smiled, "Let's go. Allyn! We're going to do a bit of hunting." The scholar nodded, busy with setting up the camp, at which he excelled.
The two hunters set out, following the tracks that grew fainter as they entered the trees. Leeann could not only see the faint impressions of bent grass but smell the buck, as well. She hadn't meant to attenuate her senses that strongly- she would need to have better control, she supposed. She'd talk to Allyn about it later. Donag pointed out the small branches and twigs that had been snapped or just pulled out of shape. "Likely at least 10 points, maybe more." He murmured.
Leeann was impressed with his eye and quiet step, and used the ease of the trail to examine her fellow hunter a bit more closely. His body was long and lean, his step was quiet, his hands on his bow were deft… A sudden sound broke her reverie.
They turned as one to the northeast. Donag looked back at her and motioned her to the left. She moved with a cat's step to the edge of the clearing that appeared, the buck was doing some late grazing, and he was 20 points if anything. Splendid. A magnificent Hart. Even seasoned hunters rarely saw a beast as majestic as this. Indeed, Donag had seen only one rack to match it's like in Badger's cabin.
And yet...taking this stag was not to Donag taste. This was more meat than they could eat or use. If Donag had his way he'd give away all the extra but he was sure Allyn and Ash would want to sell it. No, killing this beast would be purely sport. There were many small holdfasts in the area and plenty of people who could appreciate this kill for more than just sport, winter was coming after all.
On the other hand, if he gave up now the hunt would be over. Though they had spent most of the time hunting and tracking, Donag had definitely been enjoying his time out here with Leeann. She was so unlike the other women he'd known. Sure, Ash and Kyra were just as different but only Leeann did so without losing her femininity. At least to Donag's eye. Perhaps there was a way to prolong this hunt.
Though the fletchings were all the same, the knocks of Donag's arrows were different. Looking down to his quiver, Donag slowly drew a blunt tip. The kind he used for small game and fowl. He only hoped Leeann didn't notice. Stealthily, he knocked and drew back the arrow, the supple weirwood and well-seasoned string gave nary a creak or squeak. Taking careful aim he let fly. The arrow flew true exactly where Donag aimed and clattered harmlessly through the hart's great antlers. With a snort the great beast launched himself through the forest and bounded away. "DAMN! Come on!", shouted Donag and he charged after the deer, pausing only briefly to retrieve and quiver his arrow before continuing the chase.
Leeann paused before following. She had seen Donag shoot, many times, and he rarely missed. Crossing her arms, she stood her ground, something was going on. After a few yards, Donag realized that she was not following, and he turned around. It may have been her imagination, but he looked slightly sheepish.
"He's getting away." He said, gesturing, the buck being long gone at this point.
"He is." Leeann said, walking slowly towards him. An idea had occurred to her.
"You don't want to follow him?" Donag asked.
"Do you?" Leeann stopped at an arm's length, considering the young man in front of her.
"Well, I-" Donag started to answer, but Leeann stepped into him, kissing him fiercely, pressing herself against him. After a single shocked moment, he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her against the nearest tree. Leeann wrapped her leg around him, pulling him tight against her, sighing with satisfaction at the feeling of him, warm and eager.
The hunt was quickly forgotten. Donag lifted Leeann easily and she responded by wrapping both legs around him, clinging to him tightly as they kissed. He pinned her firmly between himself and the tree, leaving his hands free to wander, caressing her thighs and torso as they ground their hips together. Leeann broke their kiss and smiled down at him, "Enjoying yourself?"
"Immensely", Donag answered. He then kissed and nuzzled his way along her cheek and jawline, to her earlobes and then to her neck.
When Donag sensed that Leeann was getting weary of holding this position, he lifted her again. Turning and taking a few steps further into the clearing he slowly lowered her until they were both on their knees facing one another. Eagerly he began to strip Leeann of gear and clothing above her waist. "If I'd known this was my reward for missing, I'd have done it weeks ago!", He said with a smile.
She laughed, "Perhaps I shouldn't reward such a bad performance." She curled her fingers into his hair, pulling his head to the side as she ran her tongue up his throat and back to his mouth. She shrugged off her tunic and turned her attention to his, thrilling to the feel of skin on skin contact, running her fingers against his ribs and tracing the skin above his smallclothes.
"No, no," he murmured against her mouth, "please do."
Leeann pulled him down to the soft clover that covered the clearing. The last of the sun was disappearing over the horizon, leaving a cool darkness and a sprinkling of the first stars. She lay down, savoring the cool grass and the warm flesh, and looked up at him, running a finger down his side.
Leeann's touch sent shivers through him. Returning the favor, Donag languidly ran his fingernails lightly up one side of her body, from mid-thigh along her torso and up the backs of her arms and even the palm of her hand which he then clasped in his own above her head. Then he did the same on her other side. All the while he kissed her, sucking playfully on her bottom lip and tongue and enjoying the feeling of her shivering beneath him as he ran his fingers along her most sensitive spots. He remembered to make a note of where those were for later.
After several minutes of this he released her hands and began to slide his way down her body, enjoying the feel of her soft warm skin gliding against his. Pausing at her breasts he began to pay lavish attention to them. In turns he took each nipple into his mouth and swirled his warm tongue around them then released them and blew lightly. The warm wetness followed by the cool air caused Leeann's nipples to stiffen and he heard her inhale sharply beneath him at each one. He loved running his hands over her breasts then, luxuriated in sensation of their heat and the extra soft skin; thrilled to the feeling of her nipples tickling his palms and flicking lightly against each finger as he lightly grazed his hands over them.
"What is it about men and breasts?", Leeann laughed.
"You always want what you don't have", answered Donag.
"You could have had that stag earlier", Leeann said, bluntly. "You didn't have that before"
"I know and I'm sorry" a touch of sorrow tinged Donag's voice. "But I know I could have and you know too. That's all that matters to me"
"I just don't understand why you-" Donag moved up and covered Leeann's mouth with his own.
When she settled into the kiss he said, "Look, we can either talk about that now, or we can do this now and talk about that latter. Which do you want?"
Leeann arched one eyebrow. "This." She said, pulling her hands free and grasping his cock firmly through his clothing. Smiling at his sudden intake of breath, she started undoing his trews and smallclothes, and Donag started removing hers. Free of everything, Leeann slid one bare leg up his, curled her ankle around him, and with one deft movement, flipped him over to straddle him. The sensation of him bare and hard underneath her was so delicious, she wanted to take him right then, but she sensed that he wanted a little more… play. Lacing her fingers through his, she pushed his arms back against the ground, letting her nipples trace across his chest, and nuzzled his jaw, just under his ear.
Donag was happy to let Leeann have her way with him. She kissed and licked her way from one collar bone to the other at the same time her nipples traced patterns on his chest. A delicious shiver ran down his spine whenever one of her nipples grazed across one of his. Donag pushed against her with his hips and felt the warm slickness sliding against him threatening to push him over the edge.
Freeing his hands he slid them up her back and worked them into her dreadlocked hair. Leeann gasped as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to his waiting mouth. He was hungry for her and it showed as he raked his teeth against her throat.
Donag thought about how long he'd been waiting for this moment, ever since he had first met Leeann, if truth be told. But Donag was not used to spending so much time with a woman he desired and not being able to do something about it. He wasn't used to learning more things to appreciate and admire her for beyond what he could immediately fathom, and definitely not ready for the way that would shape his desire for her. He sighed inwardly, "was today to be full of near misses?" He hoped not.
He slid his hands down her back and slowed his rhythmic thrusting against her. "Leeann, you know I really like you, yes?"
"what?" Leeann said groggily. She was not prepared for the abrupt change of pace.
"I mean, we've fought together, hunted together, shed blood together."
"Donag, what are you talking about?". Leeann couldn't believe he was bringing this up now.
"I just want you to know you're special to me.", he said.
Sensing there was more Leeann prompted him, "But...?".
Donag let it spill all in one go, "But that thing, like what Allyn and Ash have, I ca- I don't want that. And if you think this is leading there then I'm sorry, this is just the now. I don't know about tomorrow or the next day but that doesn't mean I-"
"Think of me as a whore?" Leeann cut in.
"-don't think you're a very special woman." Donag finished.
"Thank you, yes, you're very special, too," she answered, distractedly. "Now, are we going to do this, or do I need to satisfy myself? I didn't think it would be so difficult to get you inside me!"
Donag groaned, torn between his need and his burgeoning conscious, "I just need to know that I haven't misled you."
Leeann sat up, looked him in the eye, and smiled gently. "I appreciate that. You have been surprisingly honorable. But in the time we have spent together, did you come to think of me as someone who would do something she did not want to, or would seek complications?" She shook her head, "I am going to return to the Crannog to be the next wise woman, not settle down as a hunter's wife." She sighed and ran a hand down Donag's warm chest before climbing off of him. "What do you want right now?" she asked gently.
"This!" he said insistently. "I want this". He sat up and reached for her hand, "I just don't want anything else to change between us, Leeann."
"It won't Donag. I know who you are, I know who I am and I know what we're doing here." She leaned forward and kissed him.
"Well, alright then." He kissed her back, gently pushing against her as he did. She yielded, arms around his neck as she slowly reclined.
Midway she broke the kiss and said, "But we're still going to talk about that buck!".
"Shut up", Donag smiled and playfully pushed her the rest of the way down and then kissed her some more.
The game is set in the same time and place as the George RR Martins, A Song of Ice and Fire. Her character Leeann, is a Crannog Woman. A druidic type, destined to be a wise woman among her people. My character, Donag is kind of a streetwise scoundrel who found his true calling as a hunter in the forests around Winterfell.
It's a sexy story because, hey, it's Game of Thrones but I was really happy with how it turned out. We took turn writing parts and I was very pleased with how well they linked together. I was also happy that it was about hunting a Hart and it was also about human hearts. Enjoy!
The Hart
The barge bumped the shore, skimming the shallows. Leeann jumped to the marshy shore, skipping quickly to the dry bank. Turning, she watched the rest of the party lower the walkway and debark while the barge master began to settle his vessel in for the night. They had been traveling for ten days, and the whole thing had become fairly routine.
Something caught Leeann's eye as she turned; tracks. "Donag, come look." The rangy hunter walked over.
"Yes?"
She pointed down. "At least 300 stone." The banks showed the clear tracks of a large deer. "Interested? It's been a span of days since we've had fresh meat."
Donag bent down to look at the tracks. Indeed this was a big buck and the tracks were fresh; it was probably still near. Donag looked to the sun, there were probably only a couple of hours of sunlight left though. " I'm up for it" he said, and then grinning he added. "Just you and me?"
"Sure", she answered.
Donag was dumbfounded; he hadn't expected her to agree to that but he did his best not to let it show on his face.
Leeann smiled, "Let's go. Allyn! We're going to do a bit of hunting." The scholar nodded, busy with setting up the camp, at which he excelled.
The two hunters set out, following the tracks that grew fainter as they entered the trees. Leeann could not only see the faint impressions of bent grass but smell the buck, as well. She hadn't meant to attenuate her senses that strongly- she would need to have better control, she supposed. She'd talk to Allyn about it later. Donag pointed out the small branches and twigs that had been snapped or just pulled out of shape. "Likely at least 10 points, maybe more." He murmured.
Leeann was impressed with his eye and quiet step, and used the ease of the trail to examine her fellow hunter a bit more closely. His body was long and lean, his step was quiet, his hands on his bow were deft… A sudden sound broke her reverie.
They turned as one to the northeast. Donag looked back at her and motioned her to the left. She moved with a cat's step to the edge of the clearing that appeared, the buck was doing some late grazing, and he was 20 points if anything. Splendid. A magnificent Hart. Even seasoned hunters rarely saw a beast as majestic as this. Indeed, Donag had seen only one rack to match it's like in Badger's cabin.
And yet...taking this stag was not to Donag taste. This was more meat than they could eat or use. If Donag had his way he'd give away all the extra but he was sure Allyn and Ash would want to sell it. No, killing this beast would be purely sport. There were many small holdfasts in the area and plenty of people who could appreciate this kill for more than just sport, winter was coming after all.
On the other hand, if he gave up now the hunt would be over. Though they had spent most of the time hunting and tracking, Donag had definitely been enjoying his time out here with Leeann. She was so unlike the other women he'd known. Sure, Ash and Kyra were just as different but only Leeann did so without losing her femininity. At least to Donag's eye. Perhaps there was a way to prolong this hunt.
Though the fletchings were all the same, the knocks of Donag's arrows were different. Looking down to his quiver, Donag slowly drew a blunt tip. The kind he used for small game and fowl. He only hoped Leeann didn't notice. Stealthily, he knocked and drew back the arrow, the supple weirwood and well-seasoned string gave nary a creak or squeak. Taking careful aim he let fly. The arrow flew true exactly where Donag aimed and clattered harmlessly through the hart's great antlers. With a snort the great beast launched himself through the forest and bounded away. "DAMN! Come on!", shouted Donag and he charged after the deer, pausing only briefly to retrieve and quiver his arrow before continuing the chase.
Leeann paused before following. She had seen Donag shoot, many times, and he rarely missed. Crossing her arms, she stood her ground, something was going on. After a few yards, Donag realized that she was not following, and he turned around. It may have been her imagination, but he looked slightly sheepish.
"He's getting away." He said, gesturing, the buck being long gone at this point.
"He is." Leeann said, walking slowly towards him. An idea had occurred to her.
"You don't want to follow him?" Donag asked.
"Do you?" Leeann stopped at an arm's length, considering the young man in front of her.
"Well, I-" Donag started to answer, but Leeann stepped into him, kissing him fiercely, pressing herself against him. After a single shocked moment, he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her against the nearest tree. Leeann wrapped her leg around him, pulling him tight against her, sighing with satisfaction at the feeling of him, warm and eager.
The hunt was quickly forgotten. Donag lifted Leeann easily and she responded by wrapping both legs around him, clinging to him tightly as they kissed. He pinned her firmly between himself and the tree, leaving his hands free to wander, caressing her thighs and torso as they ground their hips together. Leeann broke their kiss and smiled down at him, "Enjoying yourself?"
"Immensely", Donag answered. He then kissed and nuzzled his way along her cheek and jawline, to her earlobes and then to her neck.
When Donag sensed that Leeann was getting weary of holding this position, he lifted her again. Turning and taking a few steps further into the clearing he slowly lowered her until they were both on their knees facing one another. Eagerly he began to strip Leeann of gear and clothing above her waist. "If I'd known this was my reward for missing, I'd have done it weeks ago!", He said with a smile.
She laughed, "Perhaps I shouldn't reward such a bad performance." She curled her fingers into his hair, pulling his head to the side as she ran her tongue up his throat and back to his mouth. She shrugged off her tunic and turned her attention to his, thrilling to the feel of skin on skin contact, running her fingers against his ribs and tracing the skin above his smallclothes.
"No, no," he murmured against her mouth, "please do."
Leeann pulled him down to the soft clover that covered the clearing. The last of the sun was disappearing over the horizon, leaving a cool darkness and a sprinkling of the first stars. She lay down, savoring the cool grass and the warm flesh, and looked up at him, running a finger down his side.
Leeann's touch sent shivers through him. Returning the favor, Donag languidly ran his fingernails lightly up one side of her body, from mid-thigh along her torso and up the backs of her arms and even the palm of her hand which he then clasped in his own above her head. Then he did the same on her other side. All the while he kissed her, sucking playfully on her bottom lip and tongue and enjoying the feeling of her shivering beneath him as he ran his fingers along her most sensitive spots. He remembered to make a note of where those were for later.
After several minutes of this he released her hands and began to slide his way down her body, enjoying the feel of her soft warm skin gliding against his. Pausing at her breasts he began to pay lavish attention to them. In turns he took each nipple into his mouth and swirled his warm tongue around them then released them and blew lightly. The warm wetness followed by the cool air caused Leeann's nipples to stiffen and he heard her inhale sharply beneath him at each one. He loved running his hands over her breasts then, luxuriated in sensation of their heat and the extra soft skin; thrilled to the feeling of her nipples tickling his palms and flicking lightly against each finger as he lightly grazed his hands over them.
"What is it about men and breasts?", Leeann laughed.
"You always want what you don't have", answered Donag.
"You could have had that stag earlier", Leeann said, bluntly. "You didn't have that before"
"I know and I'm sorry" a touch of sorrow tinged Donag's voice. "But I know I could have and you know too. That's all that matters to me"
"I just don't understand why you-" Donag moved up and covered Leeann's mouth with his own.
When she settled into the kiss he said, "Look, we can either talk about that now, or we can do this now and talk about that latter. Which do you want?"
Leeann arched one eyebrow. "This." She said, pulling her hands free and grasping his cock firmly through his clothing. Smiling at his sudden intake of breath, she started undoing his trews and smallclothes, and Donag started removing hers. Free of everything, Leeann slid one bare leg up his, curled her ankle around him, and with one deft movement, flipped him over to straddle him. The sensation of him bare and hard underneath her was so delicious, she wanted to take him right then, but she sensed that he wanted a little more… play. Lacing her fingers through his, she pushed his arms back against the ground, letting her nipples trace across his chest, and nuzzled his jaw, just under his ear.
Donag was happy to let Leeann have her way with him. She kissed and licked her way from one collar bone to the other at the same time her nipples traced patterns on his chest. A delicious shiver ran down his spine whenever one of her nipples grazed across one of his. Donag pushed against her with his hips and felt the warm slickness sliding against him threatening to push him over the edge.
Freeing his hands he slid them up her back and worked them into her dreadlocked hair. Leeann gasped as he pulled her head back, exposing her neck to his waiting mouth. He was hungry for her and it showed as he raked his teeth against her throat.
Donag thought about how long he'd been waiting for this moment, ever since he had first met Leeann, if truth be told. But Donag was not used to spending so much time with a woman he desired and not being able to do something about it. He wasn't used to learning more things to appreciate and admire her for beyond what he could immediately fathom, and definitely not ready for the way that would shape his desire for her. He sighed inwardly, "was today to be full of near misses?" He hoped not.
He slid his hands down her back and slowed his rhythmic thrusting against her. "Leeann, you know I really like you, yes?"
"what?" Leeann said groggily. She was not prepared for the abrupt change of pace.
"I mean, we've fought together, hunted together, shed blood together."
"Donag, what are you talking about?". Leeann couldn't believe he was bringing this up now.
"I just want you to know you're special to me.", he said.
Sensing there was more Leeann prompted him, "But...?".
Donag let it spill all in one go, "But that thing, like what Allyn and Ash have, I ca- I don't want that. And if you think this is leading there then I'm sorry, this is just the now. I don't know about tomorrow or the next day but that doesn't mean I-"
"Think of me as a whore?" Leeann cut in.
"-don't think you're a very special woman." Donag finished.
"Thank you, yes, you're very special, too," she answered, distractedly. "Now, are we going to do this, or do I need to satisfy myself? I didn't think it would be so difficult to get you inside me!"
Donag groaned, torn between his need and his burgeoning conscious, "I just need to know that I haven't misled you."
Leeann sat up, looked him in the eye, and smiled gently. "I appreciate that. You have been surprisingly honorable. But in the time we have spent together, did you come to think of me as someone who would do something she did not want to, or would seek complications?" She shook her head, "I am going to return to the Crannog to be the next wise woman, not settle down as a hunter's wife." She sighed and ran a hand down Donag's warm chest before climbing off of him. "What do you want right now?" she asked gently.
"This!" he said insistently. "I want this". He sat up and reached for her hand, "I just don't want anything else to change between us, Leeann."
"It won't Donag. I know who you are, I know who I am and I know what we're doing here." She leaned forward and kissed him.
"Well, alright then." He kissed her back, gently pushing against her as he did. She yielded, arms around his neck as she slowly reclined.
Midway she broke the kiss and said, "But we're still going to talk about that buck!".
"Shut up", Donag smiled and playfully pushed her the rest of the way down and then kissed her some more.
Friday, January 04, 2013
Web comic
Yesterday I mentioned a half drafted comic that I have planned. Today I though I'd share some more ideas on that front.
The comic is called. Do Over. When I started reading webcomics it seemed that most of them were geared for folks younger than me. People just leaving college, just starting adulthood about mid 20's or younger. I wanted to see a comic that was aimed at people in the been there done that point of their lives. People like me. And so I came up with Do Over. It's is a roughly autobiographical work. Some of the events actually happened but in many cases characters are melds of people I've known. Time, place and circumstances are also changed up as well.
Here is the synopsis I have written in my notes.
"Burdened by debt and a looming divorce, Munroe, a newly separated man, begins rebuilding his life by moving in with the only single man he knows that has room for him, a loser who never moved out of the house.
Munroe finds a mutual attraction with a woman he works with but she is involved with someone else and though an offer of an affair seems to be there he wants the romantic type relationship he feels he missed out on in his marriage. Never the less their attraction causes them to remain close.
Meanwhile, his loser friend and now roommate’s laziness, combined with his dependencies and get rich quick ideas, threaten the stability that he is trying to achieve.
Munroe meets someone online who seems perfect, a woman with his same likes and interests the only problem is that she lives far away never the less he begins a long distance relationship and begins making plans to move her where he is.
With this as an impetus Munroe manages to move away from his friends place in the nick of time, but the long distance woman refuses to move and breaks up with him. His heart breaking he finds comfort in the arms of the woman he works with."
This is what I have planned for the first year or so. There are a few backup characters as well. They act mainly as a sounding board for Munro's thoughts.
Later on I'll flesh Munroe out a little more for you guys. In case you're wondering Munroe is named after Randall Munroe who does the comic XKCD.
The comic is called. Do Over. When I started reading webcomics it seemed that most of them were geared for folks younger than me. People just leaving college, just starting adulthood about mid 20's or younger. I wanted to see a comic that was aimed at people in the been there done that point of their lives. People like me. And so I came up with Do Over. It's is a roughly autobiographical work. Some of the events actually happened but in many cases characters are melds of people I've known. Time, place and circumstances are also changed up as well.
Here is the synopsis I have written in my notes.
"Burdened by debt and a looming divorce, Munroe, a newly separated man, begins rebuilding his life by moving in with the only single man he knows that has room for him, a loser who never moved out of the house.
Munroe finds a mutual attraction with a woman he works with but she is involved with someone else and though an offer of an affair seems to be there he wants the romantic type relationship he feels he missed out on in his marriage. Never the less their attraction causes them to remain close.
Meanwhile, his loser friend and now roommate’s laziness, combined with his dependencies and get rich quick ideas, threaten the stability that he is trying to achieve.
Munroe meets someone online who seems perfect, a woman with his same likes and interests the only problem is that she lives far away never the less he begins a long distance relationship and begins making plans to move her where he is.
With this as an impetus Munroe manages to move away from his friends place in the nick of time, but the long distance woman refuses to move and breaks up with him. His heart breaking he finds comfort in the arms of the woman he works with."
This is what I have planned for the first year or so. There are a few backup characters as well. They act mainly as a sounding board for Munro's thoughts.
Later on I'll flesh Munroe out a little more for you guys. In case you're wondering Munroe is named after Randall Munroe who does the comic XKCD.
Thursday, January 03, 2013
A new year, a new start
I have a friend who wants to do something big. I told him he might want to consider writing a book. A book would give him the cred he needs to back him up when he speaks.
Then I was doing some web surfing and I found a blog from a simple guy trying to help people do things. So simple I don't remember what it was but it did make me think of my advice to write a book.
A book is hard even apart from the writing. It's finding a publisher and promoting yourself that makes it extra difficult. It's also very 20th century. The internet is how we communicate now days. The blog is what people use to get a message across. Plus a blog can later become a book. It's happened multiple times now to the popular ones.
A blog and the internet let find your audience regardless of how niche your brand.
Then I started thinking, "Hey, that's some good advice right there. Maybe I should do it too!" So that's what I'm trying to do right now.
You see, I have lots of creative ideas, on lots of different subjects. I think through 2013 I'm going to start using this blog to get those ideas out there.
I have a semi script for a web comic. I've been semi looking for the right artist for it for a while now. Maybe one of the things I'll do is to publish the story here. It'll be entertaining, (maybe) and hopefully some artist will catch the vision and want to draw it.
I've got other ideas too. comics, jokes, stories. Stuff I want to get out there.
By nature, I'm a collaborative guy. My hope is that people will see stuff here, like it and come back for more. Maybe they will help make it better, maybe they will ask me to help them. Who knows where this will lead.
I'd like to say I'll do it every day but I'm honestly skeptical about the rest of the week and it's already Thursday so lets just say I'll try for as often as possible and see where I go from there.
Then I was doing some web surfing and I found a blog from a simple guy trying to help people do things. So simple I don't remember what it was but it did make me think of my advice to write a book.
A book is hard even apart from the writing. It's finding a publisher and promoting yourself that makes it extra difficult. It's also very 20th century. The internet is how we communicate now days. The blog is what people use to get a message across. Plus a blog can later become a book. It's happened multiple times now to the popular ones.
A blog and the internet let find your audience regardless of how niche your brand.
Then I started thinking, "Hey, that's some good advice right there. Maybe I should do it too!" So that's what I'm trying to do right now.
You see, I have lots of creative ideas, on lots of different subjects. I think through 2013 I'm going to start using this blog to get those ideas out there.
I have a semi script for a web comic. I've been semi looking for the right artist for it for a while now. Maybe one of the things I'll do is to publish the story here. It'll be entertaining, (maybe) and hopefully some artist will catch the vision and want to draw it.
I've got other ideas too. comics, jokes, stories. Stuff I want to get out there.
By nature, I'm a collaborative guy. My hope is that people will see stuff here, like it and come back for more. Maybe they will help make it better, maybe they will ask me to help them. Who knows where this will lead.
I'd like to say I'll do it every day but I'm honestly skeptical about the rest of the week and it's already Thursday so lets just say I'll try for as often as possible and see where I go from there.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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