The terrible conversation

Vicki’s voice gave out.  She stood staring at the sheet-white ghost in front of her.

Derik, standing in front of this beautiful brunette, began to speak but the woman screamed again.  Her scream was broken.  She suddenly coughed.

“Are you alright?”  Derik blurted

Vicki’s throat hurt.  The ghost’s concern for her was shocking and immediately stopped her screaming.

“Am I alright!” Vicki replied.  “Why are you haunting my house?”

The ghost flickered and disappeared.  He reappeared in on Vicki’s left.

“I’m not haunting your house, your haunting mine.. ”

— Ugh.. this is terrible.  I am bored writing this conversation.  The idea was that a ghost would have a conversation with a frightened victim.  I’m having several bad weeks as far as writing goes.  I just don’t want to do anything.  My novel is sitting in limbo because I cannot get them through a field of grass.  My first draft coasted right through everything but it was like my characters rode on butter.  A critic told me that I missed many opportunities to expand and get into details.

So that’s what I started to do.  Initially, I had this energy.  “I can do it!”  Then nothing.  I’m stressing over many things at the moment.  I’m behind in my knowledge level at work.  I’m behind on my art projects.  I’m trying to get into digital art.

For a guy that has been drawing with a pencil for what??  Twenty-some years, changing my medium seems impossible.  I have a new shop at called Broken Stick.  I’m trying to put some art up but they are looking for vector graphics and all this new stuff.  I’ve dabbled over the years in this stuff but I am just losing my touch and I need a new Tablet and Pen to draw on.  It’s all about the Tablet…

I imagine myself drawing and having a good old time on my drawing tablet.  My expensive drawing tablet but reality says you get this little Wacom with a missing pen.. 😦

I’m feeling like a downer today.. not my typical post.. I’m just so overwhelmed with everything.

I will keep living and talk to you later. 🙂

NBC’s Hannibal

I need to write something.  I want to continue with my re-edit but I just can’t.  I’m really distracted.  Television, of course, is part of my problem right now.  NBC’s Hannibal is so vivid and emotion-driven that it robs the creativity from the air.  I’m just drawn to the show and have no idea whats going to happen next.

The use of color in this series is unprecedented.  I’ve never actually seen anything like this.  Unfortunately, the series is scheduled to end after this summer.  I heard a rumor that it may have a life on Netflix or Amazon but that’s never certain.


As a writer I’m always poking around inside my head.  I’ve always wondered what happens within the head of a killer like Hannibal and I think this show does a wonderful job but it’s also so complicated.  The stories overlapping and also branching out in mysterious ways.  I forget the name of this current killer.  It’s part of the Silence of the Lambs movie.. ah.. I remember, I think, Buffalo Bill?  Right?  …. But there was another killer in that movie but I don’t remember his name.

Uh Oh.. This guy is starting to lose it.  😦

Looks like the lady with him may live another day.  This killer is so lost in his own head, as a lot of killers seem to be on the movies/tv.

Unfortunately, I will miss part of this but that’s ok… life moves on..

Thanks for listening to my little commentary on Hannibal.  I successfully wrote something today which is wonderful 🙂  This blog is the best thing going for my writing.  It forces me to just type and stop judging my material.

Alright, have a good night.


I wanted to address Same-ness and the relation to the identity crisis we are currently having in the US.

The problem is human nature’s desire for Same-ness.  we naturally want everything and everyone to be the same.  I understand this because it works for me too.  I don’t want anyone with a different opinion or a different way of life.  It causes conflict.  All the wars in history came down to a difference of opinion.  So the desire for Same-ness is perfectly logical.  Now:

The United States of America grew from our desire to be different.  We rejected that Same-ness.  We wanted the freedom to be different.  We are still different.  I am a huge fan of British shows.  I listen to the perception of Americans and it is consistently ‘different’.  The ‘Americans’ do this and that.. this is who we are.  We are different.  We do what we want.

Human nature is currently pulling us back to this notion that it’s better to be the same.

– We must have the same religious values.

– We must all be the same race, or at least act alike.

– We must talk the same and think the same

The United States is not the same.  We are a melt of nations.  Hundreds of different thoughts.  This is what makes us great.  This is the country that we built.  Our founders built this country, not off of religion, gender or race.  It was built to promote Freedom.  We are all free to be different.

Stand up and be different.  It’s ok.  It’s who we are

Thanks for listening


New Task – World of my Artwork


So I was able to complete my 1st draft of City of Zombies.  It was really a test for how far I could go and whether I could finish anything.  I think it went well and I am now in the editing phase.  Next task will be to work on my Art.  It has really been ignored for the last couple years.  So the plan is to do the same thing.  Every Wednesday I will work on some picture using art from Pinterest

I will not pressure myself to finish it in one day.  The only rule is to work on it.  I still have to post every Wednesday so I will likely post about it.  Pictures of my progress may come every week or every other week.

My writing has not stopped and I need to continue to make progress with my novel and new work.  There is a bug in my ear regarding the Long Black Train.  I’ve been wanting to work on that and expand.

This will require some major world building, which I’m still working on.  City of Zombies was also a world builder exercise but I was able to base it off of things I see everyday.  The world of the Long Black Train is dark and filled with magic and monsters.  Mythology of a huge source of material for a writer.  Many of the monsters are based off them.  The Long Black Train is no different but my question is:

Is there a lack of originality because I use mythology?   Just like the Man tests I deal with all day long.  Does mythology make me less of a writer like dressing in pink could make me less than a man?  (Note: My comparison is  tongue in cheek)

Tongue in cheek?  What does that mean?

Apparently the tongue in cheek was an indication of contempt.  Still not sure what that would look like but oh well..

The picture above… I got lost in a tangent…

So standby for updates on my new task, my new writing and general thoughts..


The Trials of the Century

I’m so stressed out.  I need to write some things off my chest.  I’m quickly realizing how much I am like my father.  Trying to teach my daughters to be respectful but getting a face full of disrespect because I’m old fashion.  At least that my guess.  Being a little respectful, is that old fashion.  Holding off on the swearing.  Refusing to use derogatory terms.  It’s like I am on the outside screaming “Come on.”  or even on the inside trapped in a world that wants to spread hatred and disrespect everywhere.

I was going to go on but I hate doing this crap…. the belly aching.. On to a story…

The Trials of the Century ———-

Jim stepped forward hands shackled to a loop in the waist of his pants.

“Mister Crow, do you understand the charges.”

Jim Crow stood staunch and defiant.

“I don’t have to speak to you.  I have the right to be silent.”

“You also have the right to say whatever you want,” reminded the judge as he prepared for the stiff rebuttal.

“Yes, I do,” stated Jim as he growled.

“Mr. Crow, you have spent years festering within the community.  Your reign of terror spreading like a cancer.  Your actions separating the bipedal human community into haves and have-not.  I sentence you to Shut the Hell up!!”

The judge then stood, grabbed the desk that sat in front of him and tossed it into the air.  It floated slowly over the head of the court appointed attorney and eventually landed within the empty seats of the juror.  The crash of the wood shook everyone within the court room but when the eyes returned to the judges desk it had reappeared.

“Bailiff take this man away.”  A large man, dressed in black walked quickly toward Jim Crow.  His frame spread large against the smaller man and the lawyer.  The Bailiff grabbed Jim Crow and dragged him from the room.

“Next up!”  The judge stood.  Towering over the room.  He then shrank as a man dressed in a sharp suit and tie stood in the center of the room.  Christian was shackled similarly to Jim Crow and stood shoulders straight and confident.

“Do you understand the charges?”

Christian looked upon the judge and said confidently.  “I only have one judge.  You hold no power over me.”

The judge paused.  His lip grumbled slightly.  He then slapped a meaty hand upon the desk and said.  “I hold no power over you?  You are not in need of any judgement within this courtroom.  You have held my position for years.  Judge, juror and executioner.  You stand over the others in the world holding your arrogant point of view.  Judging others before your jaded views.  Your book tells you to judge none.  Treat others as you would like to be treated but you continue to hover over others.  A beacon of what is right to do.”

Christian stood silent.  Lips sealed tightly.

“Bailiff, remove this person.  I have nothing else to say to this man.”  The large man dressed in black stood and approached Christian.  He grabbed the man by the shoulder and lead him from the room.  “Next!”  Shouted the judge.

Next to the enter the court was a tall man.  His head hidden and his arms shackled near the front of a large white robe.

“What is the defendants name?”  Ordered the judge.  The words erupting from his powerful throat.  The Bailiff stood and spoke.  His voice measured.  “The defendant has declared no name, judge.”

“Interesting,” the judge says as he studies the defendant.  He inspects the robe and the darkness under the hood.  “Have you declared no face and no existence?”

The defendant shifts slightly then speaks clearly.  “I will be respected.  Even by you.”

The judge turns his head slightly.  “You feel slighted by me?  You feel I’ve no respect for you?  I’ve never met you.  I don’t know who you are?  How can you declare I have a lack of respect?”

The man stands quiet.

“Do you understand the charges?”  Asks the judge.

“I do not.”

“Ah!” The judge sat back.  “Finally, an honest answer.  Bailiff bring the other into the court room.  Within moments all three men stood in front of the judge.  Jim Crow, Christian and ‘the man that would not be named’.

“You will all be charged with arrogance, hate mongering, murder, rape and allowing the bipedal human race an opportunity to spread the insanity of your thoughts.  With this charge a sentence is returned.  You will be instructed to watch from above as your followers destroy what is left of the human race.  You will be forced to observe the failures and successes of each.”

The small lawyer steps forward.  “Judge, this is unjust.  Can the defendants do anything to avoid this sentence?”

The judge stands and the lawyer winces.  The judge walks from the desk and down to the floor of the courtroom.  “My friend,” he says to the lawyer.  “The world is full of wonderful people, religions and thoughts.  These defendants will not allow the freedom to view all that is wonderful in this world.  They are terrified that lack of judgement will make them irrelevant.  To treat everyone justly will force the hand of an imperfect human race to do what is unexpected and figure out how to do things right.  These defendants do not have the confidence to allow the voice within us all to do what’s right.  This, my friend, is why they cannot avoid this sentence.”

The judge then turned and stepped back up to the desk.  “Bailiff take them away to watch their own handy work.  Let me know if it all works out.”

Phil Robertson

I don’t usually spout off about religious or political stuff on this blog.  I leave that to Facebook but this was too much and I have to say something.  I don’t even have a category for this.

I think this is disgusting and becoming the stereotypical thought on conservatives. This will pick up a lot of media and paint the ultra-conservative movement with a thick ignorant brush.
But this is also the fear I have. You take a thought like this and populate it within a few million like-minded individuals and you have a terrifying idea that Christians cannot kill and rape or I got this thought. Are you saying it’s ok that a Christian family gets raped and killed? They are saved so it’s ok they die, right? I don’t care if you are atheist, Muslim or Christian. It is not ok to be raped and killed! An atheist family deserves the same respect as a Christian family. We all bleed red and this terrible mindset needs to be stopped. I enjoy the freedom to choose my religion. I enjoy the freedom to chose not to be religious. This is a scare tactic that all religion uses when they don’t like something.

It is the single reason I am no longer religious.