Nothing changes if you don't change it · 10:04am Jun 6th, 2020
And it is long past time for a change.
#BlackLivesMatter
"In this world, Elwood, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant." Well for years I was smart. I recommend pleasant.
And it is long past time for a change.
#BlackLivesMatter
Holy shit. Is there anyone even here anymore?
I hope so, the idea of shouting into the unhearing void doesn't sit well with me.
Anyway, I just got the most amazing news. ObabScribbler just put out a new video...
I think I'm still in shock.
There are a lot of famous and funny stand-up comics around right now. From the 'wholesome' stylings of Jeff Foxworthy to the very unwholesome Lisa Lampanelli and everything in-between. What all these comics have in common is that they play a very similar style of show. They stand before the audience and tell jokes, whether anectodical tales taken from their lives or more classic jokes, the presentation does not change much from comic to comic.
(... and they will have no idea why I'm giggling like a mad man.)
The Author Screwed Up.
For those of you paying attention, I think I've figured out how to proceed with the story, on a conceptual level at least.
Unfortunately, all this thinking has made me realize that the last 'Interlude' was a little premature. There's stuff that I need to cover in before that which may invalidate it entirely depending on how things go. As such, I will be taking it down for the time being.
Thank you for your patience.
... How Stories Change.
Good morning my fellow apiarius.
T.C.C. is a story that I really enjoy writing. I feel like I have more freedom with it than normal. Those first five chapters or so were a real blast for me. Then I got distracted...
I dislike TV Tropes, not because it is 'an abyss of links from which you can never escape' (which it is not) but because it is a site that teaches you to speak in jargon.
I don't know any quotes to give you. I don't have any stories to share. All I have is the joy and laughter you gave away and the hours I lost on your flat world swiming through space with four elephants and a giant turtle that made far more sense than this one.
I knew, deep in my heart of hearts, that my new-wrought story was a train wreck. A colossal, smoldering mess of a train wreck.
“It doesn’t do the things a story is supposed to do,” I said to her. “A story should have dialogue, action, conflict. A story should have more than one character. I’ve written a thirty-thousand-word vignette!”
Vi said she liked it.