Inspiration – It Could strike at any moment – Quote of the week


The difference between the right word and  the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning  bug.
Mark  Twain

The World – Commentary on Writing and Connecting


credit for graphic – Christel Steinvorth

I see you World…and I know you see me “write” back. Sometimes I am overwhelmed by the stories I run into out here with the bits and bytes that float by from point A to point B. They just floor me.  They either entertain me, touch me, inspire me, teach me, piss me off, or just plain give me a since of camaraderie to the world at large.

Some critics think it’s a colder world socially we live in because its become impersonal, or too sterile in the way we socialize with all the texting, blogging,facebooking, and twittering we do.

I have met people from just around the corner to halfway around the world that I would never have met without this little invention called the computer.

The current population of the world is approximately at 7 Billion and climbing at a net growth of 200,000 new people per day on this Earth…I say those numbers alone could make it a pretty impersonal world to start with.  Now imagine if we didnt have computers to connect in some way to those 7 Billion. Imagine if the word computer wasn’t in the dictionary, and that  this wonderous machine I’m now typing on didn’t exist.

I wouldn’t have met  a funny witty honest little girl named Amna, from Pakistan who showed me the best and brightest is yet to be for the younger generation just now starting to take hold in this world

OR a guy named Seth from PA, USA who has faced adversity from the moment he was born which he continues to struggle with to this day but can still smile and find humor in life and inject that same feeling just by his very spirit and vitality into all his blogs on entertainment, life and love.

There is a woman who lives in Tasmania, who’s never known anything but her small little isolated world on a small island just south of Australia. She’s a writer named Megan Sayer who plans on fulfillng her lifelong dream of taking a trip to the United States and  visit a dear friend that she met online through her blogging. She has many spoken and unspoken fears but she’s learning to face them head on and  challenge herself on an almost daily basis.

There  is a woman , a writer who blogs who goes by the name Stella Marr….who lives in New York City , who was stuck in a world of prostitution, violence, and outright slavery for ten years who climbed  out and turned a corner in her life where so few don’t or can’t in that life. Now she inspires, informs, and sets the record straight  about the misconceptions of sex trafficking of girls and women all across the world.

Then there’s Christian Mihai,  a young writer in Romania,  a young man with a passion and intelligence for all things. He’s driven, he’s creative, he’s inquisitive, he’s profound, he’s inspiring.  He fuels me to be better, to think. Throw away my vanity and just be a student of life and learn my craft as a writer.

Finally, there’s Goregirl, what can I say about her. She knows what she loves and pursues it. An officiando on everything Horror if you couldn’te tell by her blog name. She’s a workhorse for her blogspost…constant, thorough, steadfast, and committed to her followers and her reviews. She has focus. Like an arrow being shot from a bow to hit dead center.

Stories of hardships,abuse,triumphant,being steadfast or driven in anything you love and believe in, showing courage against overwhelming odds. These are stories, these are lives which I recognize. These are people I wish to know. These are people I wish to be. These are people I admire. These are people I wish to write about.

The Night Entreats – A poem for Halloween and the coming FALL next week!


The crows rested in the trees;

for the killing was all done and they

were full.

Their caws as they conversed,

sounded like laughter to my ear;

as if the murders they had committed

 had been all in good fun.

The wind whistled in the trees

and nudged the dead leaves

to life across the road.

Brown and gold skittered like roaches

and hopped like bulbous toads

traveling in a disorganized parade

for the dead.

The bright moon held no warmth

for it worked with the cold wind

and played through the trees to

cast pale blue shadows upon me.

Figures of dark demons, witches, and imps

danced in front and behind as I  softly crept

 lest they hear me trespass in their day they

called night as they played.

My step quickened as the wind seemed to thicken

and pushed at me like a hand on my back.

I grabbed myself against the chill which

ran deeper than it should this fall night.

This hallowed eve, it seemed, held more magic than ages

past, more power, more darkness than the last.

An ancient magic flew on a mystic wind

That brought to my soul a feeling of dread and

memories of evils best left long gone and dead.

The night entreated and beckoned

me to come and walk off the path I was on,

to follow the dead parade as it marched on.

Perhaps I could join in the fun

and dance with the minions

of the night who ate and drank of sweet

things they called treats.

They grinned at me from out of the dark,

but I saw the trick in their eyes

as they wiped the blood from their lips

I would not be fooled

So I ran,

faster than the wind could find me,

Faster, faster, faster I ran.

until I reached my hallowed home.

and clicked the lock shut tight.

The night retreats.

by Philip Wardlow

About Me – Yes I’m forcing you to read About Me…and give you an UPDATE..:)


I have always loved the author who could take a character and make you love/hate him or her and then at the  end of that story actually make you care if they triumphed, lived, loved , or died.

I am currently in the process of becoming just that type of author (for now you must label me a writer) and this is my first step into marketing myself to the people who might be reading my stuff one day.  I hope to hone my craft in the coming months and years through blood  and sweat (not to many tears).  I hope to toll with bloody fingers to pen and paper and the constant punching of the keyboard. I wish the fantastic  to come to life and breath  as I  dredge them up out of the lighted but darks depths inside my head and put them to paper for your enjoyment and my own of course.

In the coming months, years  I will keep you up to date on where I am at in the submission process with all my stories…these things take a while but I’m always pessimistically optimistic about the events in my life…

I will try to keep you entertained with some writing of mine  from the past and present, such as some experimental stories, flash fiction, excerpts from novellas or novels I may be working on or have finished with and sent on to publishers  for submission. I will also show you some of my various poetry which  may entail aspects of fantasy, horror, and the occasional dark matter in life to philiosophical observations of every day life that hope may all be interesting, or thought provoking hopefully.

My style is a work  in a progress but I’m getting there.  Hope you enjoy!

Thanks for listening…and watch out for the shadows in the corners ..things like to hide there and just stare at you.

UPDATE on my writing: Be on the lookout  for more Short Story Content to be shown on here exclusively before it goes to the publishers (for consideration, of course heaven forbid they actually liked my stuff right off) and various contests. I am also wrapping my brain around my Novel with some Research and outlining. Eventhough the lead in pages to my Novel may change  I will be releasing a few pages already written from it to give you a hint of how awesome of a writer I am.   (that last part was a sarcastic joke…but it is backed up by yes I am a hell of a writer)  I am beginning to think arrogance and confidence in your writing is a good thing and plus you got to be a little fearless and stupid. (and drink lots of caffeine)

If you don’t know what I’m a about then check out a few of my short stories already on here under my title link at the top of this page entitled “Stories and Story Excerpts” or “Poetry Work”.

Thanks for stopping by or because you were being forced to read this because you love to follow me…:)

My Beautiful Dead Girl – A Poem


Haunted eyes

wrapped in misery.

You are already dead,

so why should you feel pain?

 

Pain is your purgatory

little girl, a grand gift

from scales that can never

be balanced in your favor.

 

Haunted eyes they may be,

but I see defiance, strength,

lingering deep, always

ready to rise to the surface.

 

Never did death look so beautiful

A perfection in form chiseled

from stone beaten up and torn

down by the elements.

 

You wear your cloak well,

dark and tear stained, wrapped

tight around a body that

still flies free.

 

You are my beautiful dead girl.

with cold hands clenching tight around

a warm heart

that beats just for you.

by Philip Wardlow

Inspiration …and pulling yourself out of the quicksand


I never liked the phrase “writers block”. It always seemed to much like an excuse for saying its okay to give up.  But sometimes I think a writer can get stuck in the mud or in a bog of quicksand in their writing.  To get out of that quicksand sometimes you gotta look around at your surroundings and look for something to pull you out….a  rope, a vine, a ladder, a stick, a friend, a distraction of inspiration.

So here are some of my distractions of inspiration. In this era of the internet some can be found in various places on the web..they may be pictures, poems, videos, music, etc…now of course you are not regulated to just the website…talk a walk, look around ..look at the stars,   talk to a friend about the story you are working on. Bring up what ifs and  scenarios and let there mind tangle with it like yours can’t seem to do at the moment.

Studies have shown that the oddest places bring up spontaneous ideas…the bathroom is such  a place, So  go to the bathroom, or take a shower or brush your teeth.  A small nap in bed no matter what the time…walking your dog, petting your cat. Try consciously thinking of the thing that is causing the sloooowing down of your writing before you began your routine.  Then forget about it and let yourself be distracted and see what happens.

Maybe some of these things will give you some inspiration…see below:

Credit above pic to:  http://apolonis.deviantart.com/art/Deception-315967675

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What inspires you?

Chuck Norris Jokes for my Quote of the Week – Gotta love it!


Here some of  the TOP  Chuck Norris Jokes (Facts)…Yes FACTS ….ladies and gentlemen

1.  Chuck Norris once sold ebay, to ebay, on ebay.
2.   Chuck Norris doesn’t dial the wrong number, you pick up the wrong phone.

3.   Chuck Norris threw a grenade and killed 50 people, then it exploded.

4.    Death once had a near-Chuck-Norris experience.

5.   Chuck Norris can do a wheelie on a unicycle.

6.   Chuck Norris can strangle you with a cordless phone.

7.  When Chuck was in middle school, his English teacher assigned an essay: “What is courage?” Chuck received an A+ for turning in a blank page with only his name at the top.

8.  Once a cobra bit Chuck Norris’ leg. After five days of excruciating pain, the cobra died.

9.  Chuck Norris doesn’t play “hide-and-seek.” He plays “hide-and-pray-I-don’t-find-you.”

10.  Chuck Norris can hear sign language.

11.  Some kids piss their name in the snow. Chuck Norris can piss his name into concrete.

12.  Chuck Norris can kill two stones with one bird.

13.  Chuck Norris beat the sun in a staring contest.

14 . Chuck Norris was once charged with three attempted murders in Boulder County, but the Judge quickly dropped the charges because Chuck Norris does not “attempt” murder.

15.  Chuck Norris’ calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2nd. No one fools Chuck Norris.

17.  Brett Favre can throw a football over 50 yards. Chuck Norris can throw Brett Favre even further.

18.   Chuck Norris can kill your imaginary friends.

19.  When Chuck Norris enters a room, he doesn’t turn the lights on, he turns the dark off.

20.  When Chuck Norris gives you the finger, he’s telling you how many seconds you have left to live.

21.   Chuck Norris was once on Celebrity Wheel of Fortune and was the first to spin. The next 29 minutes of the show consisted of everyone standing around awkwardly, waiting for the wheel to stop.

22.  A bulletproof vest wears Chuck Norris for protection.

23.   Bill Gates lives in constant fear that Chuck Norris’ PC will crash.

24.  Chuck Norris can unscramble an egg.

25.  Chuck Norris once went to mars. Thats why there is no signs of life.

26.  When Bruce Banner gets mad he turns into the Hulk. When the Hulk gets mad he turns into Chuck Norris. When Chuck Norris gets mad, run.

  

Who am I….know yourself before you write.


I wanted to expand a little bit on the previous  blog I wrote,regarding Write what you know. Yes, writer what you know of course…how could you not…

If you don’t it’s  a pretty short fall to people, your readers,  realizing you don’t know what the hell your talking about.  BUT even if you have that base covered and you know what your talking about then you actually have to make what you say interesting.  You can’t  just spout the right words in the right order and make a sentence and hope that person on the receiving end of it all is interested in what your saying. Hey slap that kid in the back he’s dozing off.  SLAP..thanks

I found out  when I went to back to college and started studying literature and creative writing that people just dont know how boring they are to listen to when it comes to the written word.( it can carry over to normal conversation as well but not always)  I can’t tell you how many times I sat around in a huddle with my writing group and we’d all take turns reading a particular writer’s story and then proceed to give our own critique of it.

I always hated critiquing people’s work because I have this thing in my mind that likes to leap out and wreak havoc on the poor soul who wrote it.  Basically, that creature inside my head is honesty.  What made it worst for me was that the three people before me, giving the guy their own opinion , who read the  same exact boring  going nowhere piece of crap  story that I did, didn’t have the balls to step up and say “Hey buddy, see this part right here, yeah,   I don’t get it..or could you be a  little more descriptive..this isn’t a grocery list your writing here, hell a grocery list would have been more exciting…and look what you did there…what were you  thinking?”     SEE WHAT I DID? ..I totally just bombed this whole guy’s story and he thinks I’m a jerk.

Raise your hand if you have ever seen Amercian Idol, or some version of  such a show.  Stop me if I’m wrong but of the 70,000+ entrants maybe 200 have actual talent to go further. The rest of the 69,800 just have one thing…..courage.  Now where do they get that courage from?  From the same people like in my writing group who don’t know how to give an honest critique but instead pump them full of misguided praise, misinformation, or worse yet..just silence, leading the writer to think whatever hell they want to think. (which is usually oh I must be kinda good)

NOW here’s my point to all this blah blahing above. If those 69,800  others really really really really took a look at themseleves.  Reviewed their talent in all the clarity of a microscope, you would see would them BE BETTER. Some might not be Idol material but they would BE better when they went up to that mic. Because they would KNOW themselves.  KNOW what they need to work on, come prepared,  work at their craft. But they delude themselves and will continue to delude while someone pats their hands and tells them what they want to hear.

I soooooo  want people to tell me whats wrong with my work it hurts. (yes I occasionally  would like adulation from my adoring fans…bring it)

I want to get better…but I want to get better. For real better.

So as a writer I will always try to be true, to myself  and not short change myself. I  will do my best not to lie to myself…the truth will set you free they say. (will somebody get me out of this straight jacket)

Archive of Horror – Check out GoreGirl the Queen of Horror Reviews!


With Halloween fast approaching scary movies are always a must…if you have anything like access to Netflix or like digging through $1.00 to $10.00 cheapy movies  in the Bargain Bin at Walmart, Best Buy, or whatever and you run across a Horror flick,  chances are Goregirl has done a review on it…check out her Horror Archives on various reviews of Horror Flicks she has done herself before you waste your money & perhaps 90 minutes of your time….

She is truly dedicated to the craft that is horror.  Her direct home page is also here, so go ahead. What are you afraid of? She won’t bite.

Write what you know…but what do you know?


People always say in writing, write what you know, write what you know.   First, I am not sure what I know . There are a lot things bouncing around up there that I’m not even privy to until my hands hit the keyboard or the ink sticks to the paper.

I know a few  things . I know I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer  but neither am I the dullest. I don’t hail from a  major college like Harvard, Yale, or MIT,  but I do know how to enquire, to investigate , to search and use the tools at my disposal. I  have not traveled the world over experiencing and knowing wonderous places and cultures but I do know I can daydream like nobody’s business and  that gets me there just fine.

I do know one thing very well;  at least I think I like to think I know.  And that’s people.  One such people is my wife.  (and yes that was on purpose)

For anyone who follows me on here you know that I mentioned that my wife underwent a major surgery back in Mid-July.  Since I have known her my wife has been a very strong woman;  in willpower and spirit anyways, unfortunately her body just doesn’t always want to agree with her at times  it seems.

I will not wax on to much on how this is her fourth ambdominal surgery in the last twenty years,  and that each surgery is very invasive and painful for her, with each having a long recovery time.  She is without a  doubt one of the strongest women I know.  She could be Wonder Woman’s  twin sister with blonde hair as far as I’m concerned (especially in the chest area) but I digress.

I just wanted to relay that sprinkled throughout  our life and time together, I found how truly strong and courageous she is. Each heroic moment from her  has inspired me to this day in my l writing for what I want any strong  person I write about to be like and exemplify.

This type of character is  a no-brainer for me. This character lives with me everyday and I am happy she has chosen this seat next to me on this  magical train called life to take us to wherever we wish to go.

She is but one character in my life that I look to for inspiration but she is by far the most important. She anchors it all down.

 Love this picture cuz it fits my wife perfectly..:)

 

And this one below…I loves me some Wonder Woman what I can say…

 

 

Sophia Rose

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Sophia Rose

LOVER OF ROPE

Rust.in.the.Soul

Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul

Go Dog Go Café

Where writers gather

The Emotional Being

Realise your innate perfection

MelDouleur.com

one thousand words are not enough

Erotic Yearnings

Erotic Poetry and Stories

STROKE(d)

journal

TheFeatheredSleep

Tigers not daughters

VIVID LENS VIEW

Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...

Awapara Art

A Place to share My Love for Painting, Life, and my Wandering Mind

All Thoughts Work™ Outdoors

Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013

Just read

Reviews, raves, and rants it's all about the books we read

ReclusiveDreams

a clusterfuck of words

World of Horror

A cozy cottage for writers and book lovers

Elan Mudrow

Smidgens

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