Monday, February 18, 2008
3 AM Thoughts
Catchy title, huh? I didn't realize that the story I posted didn't indent for paragraphs. I probably should have spaced out the paragraphs, but oh well. B'oh well. It appears that possibly 2 people read that story... though the "profile views" calculator counts every time I re-view the blog, so maybe it was just me. Either way, a possible 2 people is cool. I have been working on several short stories, as well as reviewing and being reviewed by fellow writer and classmate Jason Crawford. I hope to get a few stories together that I really like, and submit them to some online literary magazines in hopes of being published. I will also try and post more stories on here, in hopes of building up a fan base. I have been experimenting with a variety of writing techniques, as well as expanding my horizons on reading. Reading modern stories which have been published gives on an idea of what is circulating in the literary world. Today I read a short story by my current writing professor Peter Fontaine, as well as previous professor Josh Russell; read "Yellow Jack" several months ago which was a very well written book, so I would recommend it to any people reading this who have not read it. Slowly but surely I work on "The Village" which I hope will be my first novel. I have worked on it on and off for the past year. Other novel ideas have been put on the shelf for now, but we'll see what happens with those. For now, I must sleep. - Liam
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Fifty Two
A short story
My Dad is the best lawyer in the whole world. I tell all my friends at school about how good he is at his job. I did not know what it meant to be a lawyer, but Dad told me he helps people fix problems. He said he helps moms and dads who are having problems and arguing a lot. I think that is really nice of him.
Yesterday, I came home after school and Mom was not there yet. She is usually there when I get home, but sometimes she runs late doing errands. Mom usually takes me with her to do errands on the weekends. Dad never comes with us. We have to go to the cleaners and the grocery store and the mall. I am always bored the whole time. Sometimes she meets friends for lunch, but whenever she does she tells me not to tell Dad that we met one of her friends. They are always nice men, so I do not see why Mom does not want Dad to know. But I never tell Dad. Usually after meeting one of her friends, she takes me to the toy store and buys me a new Lego set, which is nice. After buying it, she hands it to me and reminds me not to tell Dad about meeting her friend. I always nod and say yes Mom. Then I go home and play with my new Lego. But I still do not like doing errands.
After I checked the living room, the kitchen, and my parent’s bedroom for Mom, I put my school stuff away in my room. Then I went back into the kitchen and tried to find where the candy was hidden. I am only allowed one piece after dinner if I am a good boy, but I thought maybe I could sneak a few pieces since no one was home. I started looking through the pantry when I heard the front door open. I ran out of the kitchen and towards the door, expecting to see Mom, but it was Dad instead. He never comes home that early. I thought maybe he had a half day at work, just like teacher work days at school.
As he closed the door, he set down his briefcase. Dad had once told me it was very expensive and that inside there were very important things. His briefcase is black and shiny and smooth to the touch. On the outside is a small gold circle with an eagle and some weird words. Dad once told me they were written “in Lat”, but I do not know what that means. He said maybe I will find out when I am older.
I said hi to Dad and he said hi back but he did not sound that happy to see me. I asked him why he was home so early and he said some stuff happened while he was at work. I asked him if everything was ok and he told me to just watch some TV. He never lets me watch TV, so I was surprised that he told me to. But, I happily did as he said and found some cartoons to watch.
As I watched TV, Dad sat at the kitchen counter and drank some of his red juice. It was juice that only adults could drink. Once I asked him if it tasted like apple juice, because apple juice is my favorite. He had said no, it was made from grapes, and it only tastes good to adults like him and Mom and their friends. He normally does not drink any until dinner, but I figured that he was just thirsty after work. He must have been really thirsty because he had three glasses while I watched two episodes of Sponge Bob Square Pants.
My stomach rumbled, and so I turned off the TV and went into the kitchen. Dad was rubbing his head and he looked upset. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I did not want to upset him more. So, I just asked him when Mom would be home and dinner would be ready. He sighed loudly, then said Mom isn’t coming home tonight.
I hope that Mom comes home soon, because I miss her. Dad didn’t say where she is. I also hope that Dad is happier when he comes home from work tonight. For now, I think I will go watch some TV and wait. But first, I might eat a few more pieces of candy. I found a big bag in the pantry behind some cooking supplies Mom uses. I will have to be sneaky though, because I do not know what would happen if I got caught.
My Dad is the best lawyer in the whole world. I tell all my friends at school about how good he is at his job. I did not know what it meant to be a lawyer, but Dad told me he helps people fix problems. He said he helps moms and dads who are having problems and arguing a lot. I think that is really nice of him.
Yesterday, I came home after school and Mom was not there yet. She is usually there when I get home, but sometimes she runs late doing errands. Mom usually takes me with her to do errands on the weekends. Dad never comes with us. We have to go to the cleaners and the grocery store and the mall. I am always bored the whole time. Sometimes she meets friends for lunch, but whenever she does she tells me not to tell Dad that we met one of her friends. They are always nice men, so I do not see why Mom does not want Dad to know. But I never tell Dad. Usually after meeting one of her friends, she takes me to the toy store and buys me a new Lego set, which is nice. After buying it, she hands it to me and reminds me not to tell Dad about meeting her friend. I always nod and say yes Mom. Then I go home and play with my new Lego. But I still do not like doing errands.
After I checked the living room, the kitchen, and my parent’s bedroom for Mom, I put my school stuff away in my room. Then I went back into the kitchen and tried to find where the candy was hidden. I am only allowed one piece after dinner if I am a good boy, but I thought maybe I could sneak a few pieces since no one was home. I started looking through the pantry when I heard the front door open. I ran out of the kitchen and towards the door, expecting to see Mom, but it was Dad instead. He never comes home that early. I thought maybe he had a half day at work, just like teacher work days at school.
As he closed the door, he set down his briefcase. Dad had once told me it was very expensive and that inside there were very important things. His briefcase is black and shiny and smooth to the touch. On the outside is a small gold circle with an eagle and some weird words. Dad once told me they were written “in Lat”, but I do not know what that means. He said maybe I will find out when I am older.
I said hi to Dad and he said hi back but he did not sound that happy to see me. I asked him why he was home so early and he said some stuff happened while he was at work. I asked him if everything was ok and he told me to just watch some TV. He never lets me watch TV, so I was surprised that he told me to. But, I happily did as he said and found some cartoons to watch.
As I watched TV, Dad sat at the kitchen counter and drank some of his red juice. It was juice that only adults could drink. Once I asked him if it tasted like apple juice, because apple juice is my favorite. He had said no, it was made from grapes, and it only tastes good to adults like him and Mom and their friends. He normally does not drink any until dinner, but I figured that he was just thirsty after work. He must have been really thirsty because he had three glasses while I watched two episodes of Sponge Bob Square Pants.
My stomach rumbled, and so I turned off the TV and went into the kitchen. Dad was rubbing his head and he looked upset. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I did not want to upset him more. So, I just asked him when Mom would be home and dinner would be ready. He sighed loudly, then said Mom isn’t coming home tonight.
I hope that Mom comes home soon, because I miss her. Dad didn’t say where she is. I also hope that Dad is happier when he comes home from work tonight. For now, I think I will go watch some TV and wait. But first, I might eat a few more pieces of candy. I found a big bag in the pantry behind some cooking supplies Mom uses. I will have to be sneaky though, because I do not know what would happen if I got caught.
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Three Months Gone
So I have not posted anything since my initial post in November. I didn't feel the want to blog (?) but I feel now, as a writer, that maybe blogging is a good idea. Maybe someone will find this blog and who knows where that will lead. Probably not. This is not a journal, though I have begun to write in a journal again on a more regular basis recently. I have been writing numerous short stories which I intend to publish soon enough. I may possibly post some on here, in hopes of building up a fan base, and also building up credibility. Then again, I don't think any body has even read this blog. Hehehe! I should think that streams of thought will flow into this moreso. My earliest Xanga entries, from years ago, looked like utter chaos. Yet I feel that there was some possible substance there. The walls of what I was writing were not there... which makes no sense, yet it did in my mind. I didn't worry about spelling and punctuation and all that grammatical nonsense. Sure, I know grammar. And I know when to use it. But the mind does not restrict itself to grammar. Then again the mind does not restrict itself to words either. One can think in pictures and music and smells of all kinds. But I'm not trying to go off on some psychological analysis, seeing as I know nothing of psychology (or believe that I do not). Onwards.
I have read some research is being done about Type 2 diabetes. While I think this is great, it also gets my hopes up and then burns them to the ground, seeing as I am a diabetic of the first order. That is the second time I have used "seeing" which doesn't seem normal for me. maybe it will become a new fad. There we go... good old nonsense. Spelling and typing don't always add up. I feel like maybe a whiskey and coke or just some whiskey sounds good now, but then again maybe it's better if I wait until I am not so exhausted. I need to sleep more.
That is all for now. hopefully this pics up and something comes from it. If not... then that is that, eh? - Liam
I have read some research is being done about Type 2 diabetes. While I think this is great, it also gets my hopes up and then burns them to the ground, seeing as I am a diabetic of the first order. That is the second time I have used "seeing" which doesn't seem normal for me. maybe it will become a new fad. There we go... good old nonsense. Spelling and typing don't always add up. I feel like maybe a whiskey and coke or just some whiskey sounds good now, but then again maybe it's better if I wait until I am not so exhausted. I need to sleep more.
That is all for now. hopefully this pics up and something comes from it. If not... then that is that, eh? - Liam
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