3/22/11 Jack Fargone

Jack Fargone reworking

Jack Fargone always wanted to live an extraordinary life. Unfortunately he was born on Earth in the early twenty-first century and little would happen. That is until the IDIOTS fleet came into his 9-planet system and destroyed it. The fleet needed fuel to get to their next destination and they converted every planet into said fuel. Fortunately for Jack and 87 other people were rescued. Why he was chosen was just luck. There were 7 billion people on the planet and the IDIOTS chose 87 healthy individuals. It could have been any 87 people with good health but he was one of them and it would change his life and the lives of the other survivors forever.

2/15/11 Ugh, busy day of writing

Today was one of those days. I spent all day preparing an outline for a script writing class only to get to class and totally have it fall apart in the second act. Not literally fall apart and scatter everywhere but just have no action in the second act. Ugh, it was horrible. I wasn't feeling it at all and I would totally scrap the whole thing if we weren't so far into the process. The suggestions the professor gave though were really good dsand I think if I can add them into the screenplay in the second act it will really liven it up.

I knew this was going to happen this semester. I have a ton of writing and editing I have to do and so little time. I need to start focusing and working throughout the week but it always seems like there isn't enough week to do anything.

I started to read Path to Fury by David Weber for a class and I like the first chapter. It has a deeper setting and more description than Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. I like a book that that when you put it down you think: "I will never live in a world like this" and you have to decompress from it for a second. I didn't get that with Ender's, perhaps later in the series you do. Won't find out until later though cause right now all I'm reading are books for class. But I guess I'm lucky though cause those books for class are not really all that bad.

Next semester though will be dedicated to one class so this semester is preparing me for Novel writing.

But I did write some creative stuff today so don't worry, I didn't waste the day. I just felt this type of entry was needed. Here is a snippet of what I wrote today.

Jack then sees Pascal and Jean. They don’t see him and he follows them. They have found a docking bay where small ships sit unguarded. Jean, the smarter of the two, goes into one of the ships and comes back out. Jack overhears him say they can take it and leave. They see Jack and he runs from them. They pursue him and the three run through the corridors. Jack comes to a door that has a keypad next to it and he begins punching in a bunch of different number sequences. The French twins come around the corner and see they have him trapped. A light above the door turns green and the door opens. A bright shimmering force field is on the other side and when Jack runs into to it without looking he disappears and the door closes before the twins can get to it.

2/14/11 Deanionionasad

Earth has been destroyed and Jack and Huan watch as it is being sucked up into a giant hand vacuum to make fuel for the IDIOTS fleet.

The alien leads Jack and Huan through corridors. They see other humans being met by various aliens. Some of the humans are reacting less than civil. The alien introduces himself as DEANIONIONASAD but they can him Dean. He tells them they are on a ship orbiting what is left of Earth. Jack and Huan stop walking. Jack asks if he heard him right. Dean sighs and tells them to follow him. Dean takes the two to a large window overlooking a fleet of ships surrounding a debris field that is being sucked into another ship that looks like a hand vacuum. Ships pull are pulling up to the ‘handle’ of the hand vacuum ship and refueling.

1/12/11: The Planet is Doomed 3

The Planet was doomed.

Not from the scourge of mankind and all our misguided decisions to consume all the fossil fuels and use up all the resources. Not from our use of chlorofluorocarbons in our hair sprays and roach sprays. Not from the explosion of our population worldwide and no way to feed every mouth. No, all those would have eventually killed us if we had the time. Instead, the world was doomed by outside forces of business and economics among alien races that had no idea mankind existed. Well, up until about twenty minutes ago they did not know we existed.

The Intergalatic Department of Industrial Outsourcing and Teleportation Services (IDIOTS) planned to use the planets in our solar system as a crude fuel for their freighters. It was a busy time for IDIOTS as they were transporting workers from one job site to another. They had to save money somewhere and scrapping nine planets in an unnamed solar system would save charging the corporate account. With new labor laws in the center of the galaxy, IDIOTS were booked for years transporting workers and jobs across the galaxy.

But on this day the newest member of this IDIOT fleet was at the data analysis terminal and decided to follow all protocols in the New Recruit handbook, Edition 450A. This new edition was supposed to ensure every recruit had a chance to become captain one day. But in reality it all it did was keep a new recruit busy with mundane tasks and requirements.

This newest member of the crew had always been an over achiever and this new assignment wasn’t going to be any different. He wanted to impress this new captain. The last captain he served under didn’t like him at all. Something about jettisoning cargo and the captain’s mother’s body being among said cargo.

As this recruit was excelling at his job a small alien stumbled onto the deck. Usually IDIOTS would not give a second thought to an insignificant race such as Humans, but it just happen that a liberal, bleeding heart conservationist blindly stumbled through the sliding doors and into the darkened bridge of the fleet command ship. The conservationist saw the results of the scan of the solar system after his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

Everyone on board the command ship thought of this protector of the weaker aliens as an insignificant annoyance who was required to be on ship for the yearly inspections.

He was a little eight-armed man whose six bulbous eyes were not accustomed to the harsh lighting in the corridors of the command ship. He had to squint his way around the ship because the ships captain was trying very hard to keep the lights at maximum illumination. It was during his blind wandering that the conservationist stumbled onto the bridge. He had actually been looking for the cafeteria to enjoy his fifth meal of the night. These IDIOT command ships always had the best midnight buffets.

“Um, Captain? What is that,” the conservationist asked, pointing to the small screen in the corner of the overhead displays.

“Official Preign, that is the scan of the local system we are entering,” the Captain said. “No need to worry yourself about it.”

“But Captain, there is life on the third planet from the sun,” Official Preign said. “While it is very primitive life it is life none the less.”

“Oh great.” The Captain’s head sunk and he forced himself to get up from his very comfortable chair. “Isn’t there a buffet you should be getting to?”

87 people, living not dead, they didn’t have the time to raise the dead. 6 dogs, 2 birds, and 4 greater mammals. So naturally, a whale was one of the choices. No body knew at the time though that the whale was actually named Otto and could speak. But we were getting ahead of ourselves.

1/11/11: The Planet is Doomed 2

The Planet was doomed.

Not from the scourge of mankind and all our misguided decisions to consume all the fossil fuels and use up all the resources. Not from our use of chlorofluorocarbons in our hair sprays and roach sprays. Not from the explosion of our population worldwide and no way to feed every mouth. No, all those would have eventually killed us. The world was doomed by outside forces of business and economics among alien races that had no idea mankind existed. Well, up until about twenty minutes ago they did not know we existed.

The Intergalatic Department of Industrial Outsourcing and Teleportation Services (IDIOTS) planned to use the nine planets in our solar system as crude fuel for their freighters. It was a busy time for them as they were transporting workers from one job site to another. The IDIOTS were booked for years transporting workers and jobs across the galaxy.

But on this particular day the newest member of the crew was at the data analysis terminal and decided to follow all protocols in the New Recruit handbook, Edition 450A. This new edition was supposed to ensure every recruit had a chance to become captain one day.

This newest member of the crew had always been an over achiever and this new assignment wasn’t going to be any different. He wanted to impress this new captain. The last captain he served under didn’t like him all that much. Something about jettisoning cargo and the captain’s mother’s body being among said cargo.

As this recruit was excelling at his job a small alien stumbled onto the deck. Usually IDIOTS would not give a second thought to an insignificant race such as Humans, but it just happen that a liberal, bleeding heart conservationist blindly stumbled through the sliding doors and into the darkened bridge of the fleet command ship and saw the results of the scan after his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room.

Everyone on board the command ship thought of this protector of the weak as an insignificant annoyance who was required to be on ship for the yearly inspections.

He was a little eight-armed man whose six bulbous eyes were not accustomed to the harsh lighting in the corridors of the command ship. He had to squint his way around the ship because the ships captain was trying very hard to keep the lights at maximum illumination. It was during his blind wandering that the conservationist stumbled onto the bridge. He had actually been looking for the cafeteria to enjoy his fifth meal of the night. These IDIOT command ships always had the best midnight buffets.