New Look

Since I have recovered from my bout of writers block and started writing again, I thought it would be a good idea to create a new look for the blog.

It didn’t take as long to find a theme that I thought fit me but what took longer was nitpicking over what I wanted my viewers to see and interact with. I hope that the new look gives you what you are looking for.

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Hope you like the new look! 

If you have any questions or inquiries, please don’t hesitate to send me a message.

Thank you all so much for your continued dedication.

My next post will be a review over the Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim: Special Edition PC version.

Stay tuned!

Forever A Nerd

My Novel

For over two years I have had a story in my head that came to me one night in a dream.

I know how lame that sounds but it is true. Now the story has changed aspects, details, and what have you BUT the overall story line, characters, etc. have stayed the same.

I am here to announce that I have finally gotten off my lazy ass and written the first 400 words of my novel. Now, this is not edited and it won’t be until I finish it, because that’s how it works.

I want to give you the first chapter of my novel that way I have to continue. I have to push myself to continue this story and get it out of my head.

I hope you like it.

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The smell of coffee wafted through the air as the rain poured down, striking the pavement all around the corpse. I walked cautiously through the sparse crowd trying to make my way to get a closer look at the dead body. People had crowded around the area, pointing, exclaiming, making gestures in regards to the scene that displayed before them. They didn’t seem to believe the sight that was before them. I heard several say how they couldn’t believe it, how could this have happened right outside their doorstep. I wish I had an answer for them.

I got the call from Detective Judge to come as quickly as I could to the scene. Crime never seemed to care if it occurred in the middle of the night. Criminals enjoy committing the majority of their crimes at night while the rest of the world is trying to get some rest. The Detective wanted me on the scene to help identify what would cause a person to commit the crime that they had. He seemed to think that I would have some kind of insight. I don’t think he understands what journalism really entails. Regardless, here I was, standing in the rain surrounded by a crowd of confused bystanders, getting soaked. That’s what every girl dreams about when she is called by her boyfriend in the middle of the night.

Emerging from the crowd, that continued to get larger, I finally got my first look at the corpse. My first glance stunned me, my feet locked up in horror as my eyes took it all in. It was a young woman, not much older than I am. She had been beautiful. Porcelain skin, long dark hair, and a good sense in fashion. She had been someone who had lived her life in confidence. The body looked completely untouched aside from a gash about two inches long vertical on each of her wrists-she had bled out. But that isn’t what stood out to me. No, not her beauty, not her clothes, not the obvious way that she died… She was strung up to the light pole by her right ankle and left there for any spectator walking in the street. Hung up like clothes left to dry on the line. Whoever had done this wanted to display his handiwork.

We were dealing with a sociopath.

Ranting… No Raving

Today I want to write about two subjects that have my blood going a wee bit crazy this week.

The first subject is what offends me and what doesn’t offend me.

Listen here people, I grew up with FIVE older siblings. There isn’t much that you can say to me that will offend me. Unless you are insulting my family, and just focusing on me, there is a lot you can say.

However, (always a but, right? Not this time) when you insult the characteristics of who I am, what I am worth, or my intelligence. Well, then we have a problem.

I stumbled over a blogger’s post yesterday evening (or was it Monday?) and it was in regard to how people view video games and their reactions on the topic. You would think, as I did, that it would be filled with sources and actual thought….

Not even a little.

This dude wrote that video games improve your vision…

IMPROVE your vision.

If that doesn’t give you an idea of what garbage I read, then please continue.

He went on to attack Old Religious People (why?), Feminists (of course), extroverts (umm, okay?), Science Professors (I am LOLing here), AND the regressive left (because why not?). And that ladies and gentleman is why people do not take gamers seriously.

This kid is actually trying to give me “facts” that back up his statements. The sources are not even sources, are opinions of people (not the vast majority), and an article he misinterpreted.

I know I find myself in arguments with dumb people that I can’t win, but I hope that someone else sees this and understands his ignorance.

You can’t fix dumb… Unfortunately.

Okay, I am done ranting.

The second thing I want to tell is that I am FINALLY starting to outline my novel (with the best story angles) and have started with actually writing it.

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Ignore the stupid chapter name

 

 

This story has been stuck in my head for two years and seriously needs to get out. Like right now. You know, before I forget anything.

Anyway, that is all I have for you today. I hope you are entertained enough by this to wait for another post in a few more days. Or five.

The Voice of Poetry

I was just reading another blogger’s stuff and I stumbled over some poetry. It took me back to high school when my notebooks were filled with sad, depressing poetry. Even the margins in my notebooks had a few lines here and there of poetry.

This is where my love for writing began.

Honestly it is funny (is it?) that I totally had forgotten about those notebooks and poems I had written. Remembering them got me going back to college to study Mass Communications. It really did.

If you hang tight I will post one of my most favorite poems I have ever written. It is a surrealist poem. I wrote it because I was in a humanities course in high school (sophomore year?) and we were going over surrealists. My favorite will always be Salvador Dali. His stuff is WEIRD, but I love weird.

I have to find this paper of mine so hold on. 🙂