4/3/11 Crap I forgot to write today

Holy cow, I think I forgot to write something on the 3rd. Hmmm.. Well it was bound to happen. I do have to say though that classes have definitely kept me super busy writing this semester. I have come up with some stuff that I would never have considered writing before this semester and one of them I am definitely going to be putting on the Kindle soon.

While this semester has been the busiest so far, It has been the most productive. It has made me think about how I write and shaped my writing habits.

Gotta go.

2/3/11: Nothing to write about

I had nothing to write about this evening so I wrote a conversation I made up.

"You know what is so annoying? You were supposed to fix it. I can’t scratch my butt if it’s in the way."

"Really, is that what you want me to write about."

"Yea, because it’s really annoying and you should write about it so the world will know my problem."

"Wait, how was I supposed to fix it?"

"I don’t know. That’s not part of this conversation."

"Yea, I hope not because that area is not any where I want to be around."

"Funny stuff."

"Yea, funny stuff."

"So, how did it turn out?"
"I have ninety-five words now, oh, wait. One hundred and one words. Whew, didn’t think I would have anything to write about but I did. Thanks."

"You’re welcome. But my butt still itches."

"You’re gross."

1/9/11: Order of Purple Architects

They were the last of their kind. The designers of the great cathedrals and halls of the Emperor were dying. The Emperor had declared them holy saints and bestowed upon them all the rights of an Empirical Burial on Terra Prime.

These five poets of stone and steel designed some of the most spectacular buildings used by the Emperor. The way they bent stone and steel to their will was unlike anything anyone anywhere had done.

Even though they created immortal beauty the Emperor could not make these five undying. The plagues hit the populations of the Empirical Frontier hard. Every level of the populace was stricken and when Terra Prime was afflicted everyone realized the plague was not discriminating.

The empirical colleges of Terra Prime were undergoing a renovation and the five designers were taking a tour. They did not come in contact with anyone.

Upon returning to the transport they became ill and within forty hours all five were dead.

The Order of Purple ended with these five people: Three women and two men. Their visions lost forever.

1/8/11: Protestant Couch and Dog Farts

The smell was not offensive. If anything it was earthy. But it definitely smelled like dog food.

John sat on his new Protestant Couch and stared at the little mutt that lay sleeping next to him. The fart was audible but he didn’t think it actually came from the little red dog that was dozing peacefully. When he smelled the fart he realized he didn’t imagine it.

“Really? On the new couch,” John questioned the sleeping mutt.

The dogs pointed ears twitched slightly. It raised both its white-bootied paws to scratch its face. All without waking up.

John went back to watching videos online.