Every now and then a bird cries at the window in my room. I have never once thought about what it means. My mind has been stuck on a nagging discomfort for the past eleven months. The bird is called an uguisu in Japanese. It has an English name too, but why would you call a bird endemic to Japan by its English name? I’ll have to look into why it is that birds cry at people’s windows. Continue reading
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When I was 25 years old (not long ago) I decided to set a goal to complete by the time I’m 50 years old. 25 years is a long time to work on a goal, but to be honest it’s probably a realistic time span.
The goal: Create a media production of greater quality and relevance than the original Star Wars trilogy. Continue reading
Aiming my sights at my long term goal, I’ve been thinking about ways to improve my writing. In the next few years I’m going to be revising my Nanowrimo novels, which I think will help me gain a lot of perspective on refinement and what my future works really need. Since my long term goal however is live-action film, with a script performed by actors, I really need to exercise my script-writing skills as well.
I’ve started revising my first Nanowrimo book. I expect it to be a long process, but I think there’s some worthwhile stuff there that I really want to unlock.
The more I write the more I look back on what I’ve written. I feel a bit as though it’s time to stop writing new stuff and time to spend more energy on polishing and revising. Not because I don’t want to write new stuff, but because I think in the process of revision I’m going to learn as much about writing as I did when I wrote my first two Nanowrimo novels. Once I have revised them I can apply the nuggets of wisdom I unearth to my other projects.
I’m on the downhill slide of my 3rd Nanowrimo attempt. Less than 10,000 words to go. On a good day I can do 6000 words in one wild frenzy of typing. Hopefully I can distribute those 10,000 out to the rest of the month and make ’em count. Continue reading
Once upon a time a dwarf set upon the world to conquer evil. He was born of a smith, and justly spent his first generation at the forge and the crafting table, putting leather to steel, and steel to leather. His father’s father however was a priest of the Order of Borin’s Beard. And, as often happens to the sons of sons, this dwarf was less belonging to his father’s trade than that of his grandfather’s church. After learning well the way of the hammer and the stone, he undertook the test of faith that only few ever do, the quest and the oath of the Brotherhood of Borin’s Beard. Continue reading