As the title states, I just finished reading a dozen (or more, it was an estimate) articles on the how-to's of journalism. The two most repeated gems of advice:
-Read, read, read.
-Write, write, write.
I do read, more often lately. I am currently reading Gonzo: The Life Of Hunter S. Thompson. After that I have some psychology or maybe philosophy books. I should pick up the pace.
I have to start writing more. It's a necessity. I'm working on that.
Joining WF was the first step. This blog should help me stay on track and give me a more focused view of my objective. I will have to start writing something other than TBOTS, my current fiction project. Our relationship has become forced, I need to see another piece before I can really work with that one again. It is on the side burner for now.
I also think I should focus on doing some research and writing an article. The only way to really progress is to write, so I will jump to
I don't know who was responsible, but thank you.
A few blog posts ago, I described a simple mural in the Wallingford district of Seattle. I appreciate it when people take the time to brighten-up the otherwise dreary urban landscape. We are all better for their effort.
Well, someone is at it again. Only, they have utilized a different form of art.
There is a little oasis that I get gas and a bite each morning, in the Fremont district. In many ways, it's just
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[SIZE=3][COLOR=#000000][FONT=Calibri]Many years ago, the sentiment contained in the title would have gone without saying. These days, I believe it is necessary to say it loud and clear: put down the mass market trash and pick up something worthwhile. Writers who are fortunate enough to scratch out a living from doing what they love make
Episode 46 of the Dark InSpectre is now online, in which our hero learns about a way cool drug that's all the rage with psycho-telepathic killers.
Here's an excerpt:
I chose my words carefully. “Would it be effective in suppressing tel activity related to contacting the psychic imprints of deceased individuals?”
His wrist twitched. Fairchild looked at me with a penetrating stare and I suddenly felt like one of his study subjects. “Do you mean like what you