i haven't blogged or posted anything on here recently, mainly because certain things in my life have made me think to much about my decisions. Like for instance my fiancee and I split up, making me question that decision. I then realised I should stop being a big baby and just get back to writing (however good at it I may be)
I don't get even. I get odder.
I find myself trapped in my own mind, unable to escape discussion with myself about a beautiful world. It is like a rainbow plague, drifting between my thoughts and feelings and summariseing all forms of art to me. I listen to Nero, partially because its awesome, but mainly because my mind craves music to tie to my images. Fugue State is one of my favourites, as is Doomsday. It does not paint a picture but rather marries one I already have. Perhaps I have too many images. Perhaps it does matter.I
Originally Posted by MaggieMoo
"Well, now where have you been young man? No excuses... Oh but a gift. For me. Why you shouldn't have." But when I opened the gift it was an unusual sight indeed... After turning it around a few times and giving it a shake, I realised it was a music box. I was about to open it and Ol' Fartsy grabs it out of my hand and throws it out of then cinema with a loud explosion shortly after.
I've been playing around with this lately and figured I may as well share it to see if anyone else likes it.
I wrote a story this week called, "The Red Ball," about a small spongy ball that gets thrown around an office in an unspecified workplace. As the ball changes hands, the thoughts of the characters in possession of the ball are channeled, as opposed to having a limited third-person view, or even an omniscient point of view, the pov follows the ball.