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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.

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)

My Free Download Campaign Success for my story Epublished Story Roadkill


Hello guys,

Wanted to personally thank any of my followers and readers who took advantage of the Free Download period for my epublshed book “Roadkill” this past weekend on Amazon….I thought it was a pretty successful campaign.  My goal was to let people see what I”m all about as a writer and get a little of exposure in the process.

Plus, I thought it would be a great segue into future stories that I will be coming out with. One will be called “A Fire to Extinguish”, a science fiction story about a caveman who may very well decide the fate of the planet himself. The second story is a Dark Urban Fantasy, called “The Grate“. It’s about a man who has literally fallen into a world of war and evil where he must play the reluctant hero or just die.

Look for these titles on here as excerpts and then on Amazon later in there complete epublished format…I hope to grow in the minds of people that I am a serious and more importantly good writer of Dark Fantasy and speculative fiction..here’s to many more great stories ahead…you can never have enough.

Thanks…..Philip Wardlow

Kurt Vonnegut 8 Basics of Writing


 

  Kurt Vonnegut 8 Basics of Writing

Kurt Vonnegut created some of the most outrageously memorable novels of our time, such as Cat’s Cradle, Breakfast Of Champions, and Slaughterhouse Five. His work is a mesh of contradictions: both science fiction and literary, dark and funny, classic and counter-culture, warm-blooded and very cool. And it’s all completely unique.

With his customary wisdom and wit, Vonnegut put forth 8 basics of what he calls Creative Writing 101: *

  1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
  2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
  3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
  4. Every sentence must do one of two things—reveal character or advance the action.
  5. Start as close to the end as possible.
  6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them—in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
  7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
  8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

The greatest American short story writer of my generation was Flannery O’Connor (1925-1964). She broke practically every one of my rules but the first. Great writers tend to do that.

* From the preface to Vonnegut’s short story collection Bagombo Snuff Box

Above  Article was borrowed directly from: http://www.stumbleupon.com/su/1colHt/:1HF83LM3C:SFvA-CL-/www.writingclasses.com/InformationPages/index.php/PageID/538/

“Roadkill” for FREE this weekend!


Roadkill Story on Amazon

FIRST thing I want to say is,  I am NOT  handing out  any dead skunks, raccoons.possums or any other such  dead creatures to you…

What I am going to make available to you for download is a great little dark story  for you to cozy up  to….

If you are new to my website you may not have realized that I Epublished a book to Amazon that sells for $2.99,  called you guest it, “Roadkill”.

If you look to the right of this article,  you will see a direct link to that story on Amazon’s website. You can also click here or above.

Starting TOMORROW on Friday, August 31st  through Sunday Sept 2 it will be available for FREE for anyone to download.

You don’t need a kindle to download it and read it but you will  probably need to download Amazon’s small Kindle app program for viewing on your PC before being able to download and read the story. Other than that it’s a piece of cake.

I personally don’t own a Kindle myself but I found you can, by using this simple downloadable software have access to  free or very very cheap entertaining stories or even full lengths  books through Amazon downloaded  to your computer permanently.

Amazon allows writers/epublishers to schedule up to a total of  five free days of free access to other Amazon users for download of their published works as part of their marketing program. I thought it would be a great idea for my followers  and anybody who finds me in the blogosphere to take a look at what I’m all about as a writer and hopefully pass my name along to friends and family.

I am at work on two other stories and a novel of which I wish to complete and put out there as epublished books  in addtion to turning them into publishers and contests for consideration.

So check it out… as long as nothing is glitchy over at Amazon you should be able download it tomorrow for free, and of course Saturday and Sunday.

And definitely let me know what you think of the story after you have finished reading it. It would be great if you gave me a review on Amazon as well.  You can find an excerpt here to get a feel for the story to see if its something you might be interested in.

If you like urban fantasy and a touch of horror entertwined with some suspense added in then you  just might like this little story.

Let’s Play what is your earlierst Human memory…Here’s mine.


I remember moving into our new house and there were curtains hanging over the front living room windows when we walked in.  My mom opened them up to let in more light into the room and two bats came flying out…it scared the shit out of my mom…but I thought it was the coolest thing…I was about four or five years old.

So fellow followers or readers of my great blog what is YOUR earliest memory. Please please please let me peak into your mind just a little….:)

Thanks

The Dark Tree – A Poem


It swayed and creaked in

the wind.

The black silken crows

gave a queer semblance of

life to the tree,

Its bare branches covered

with a multitude perched like

the clinging of leaves.

It swayed and it creaked

and spoke of its sins,

Dark feathers fluttered,

as if to  fool a passerby’s eye

that life still dwelt in the trees dead limbs.

None made a sound, not a caw

not a screech, no  utterance did they speak;

for you see they had  been given a task long ago,

to bear silent witness to the migration

of lost souls.

For no man,

should ever die alone.

So they perched and they preened

as the body swayed and creaked

on the rope below.

by Philip Wardlow

Update on My Writing Work…and how I found out what’s really important.


Hello one and all…first I want to thank all my followers  basically for still following me…:).

For the ones I follow I have loved reading your blogposts as well.  You might have noticed that I’m sure when I comment on  a blogpost that peaks my interests.  I’m usually one of the first ones to chime in on something you might have said if it catches my eye.

I have had a pretty sluggish month for posting to my blog.  My writing in general for my short stories for this month has been  sub-par you might say.  I will be wrapping up two short stories to display on here soon that I hope to send off to some publishers as well.  I wanted to also write a few personal anectdoal stories on here as well when time permits along with some Blogger award stuff I’ve been meaning to get to.

The main reason for my lack of posting is that my wife had to have a pretty major surgery which will have a long recovery time of about 6-8 weeks before she’s back to her normal self. ( When she gets back to full health she’ll be hitting me in no time….she likes to abuse me…:)

Anyways, I just thought I should let you know that. I don’t feel I owe an explanation to the souls in cyberspace I just felt like telling you for no particular reason other than that your all a small part of my life.

I also wanted to  express that I do have to thank my wife though for opening my eyes.

Often I stressed out when I felt I wasn’t  being productive enough in my writing. I felt less than if I didn’t meet the personal challenges I set forth for myself in my writing.

As I sat by my wife’s hospital bed  after her long 6hr  ordeal of a surgery I realized that I felt at peace. At peace because this is where I needed to be, where I wanted to be.  The proximity of her and knowing she was alive and starting to heal as she slept was all that I wanted in that moment. I didnt’t feel a compulsion for anything except for her to get better.

She’s home now and slowly getting better. I’m  taking care of her and everything else in life (like writing) seems insignificant.

My writing is important to me but I realized it will never be what she is to me, for you see, she is my muse in everything that I call this life and you have to take care of your muse …especially if your a writer  …right…:).

Thanks again!

Excelsior!

I am an Ant


I am an Ant,

and I carry this burden

as I walk the branch.

I come, I go and I carry

my piece of a bright

green leaf.

Why? I do not know,

but there are many of us;

thousands, millions, billions

with this leaf held tight

in our mandibles as we

march day and night.

They walk over me.

I walk over them.

Some build a bridge from their

bodies over a stream so the

rest of us can cross.

Some have perished in their building,

washed away down stream to find a

new course.

The rest of us just keep marching,

with our big green leaf held high,

for we are ants

and know no other life.