My Picasa albums contain samples of work, school or 'just for fun' projects. It ain't sexy -which is why I haven't put it all on DA- but if you're still reading you must be bored - so might as well take a look.
Carnivorrr"Carnivorrrr..."Carnivorrr by bupaje
William jumped, and looked around nervously. What the heck? I'm hearing things now.
Probably the gosh awful stink from all these cow pancakes. He continued using the branch to scrape the malodorous turd from his expensive shoes.
That damn horse had crossed in front of him and forced him to veer into the ditch. Now here he was slogging across some dirt merchants field. Yeesh.
He spun around. "Hello?" He heard some scuttling behind one of the dilapidated wooden buildings. Must be one of the farmer's manure covered kids. He snickered at the thought.
The barn door was open so he stuck his head in and called out again "Hello?" No sense getting shot by some overall wearing sheep poker with an IQ of 2. He saw some vague shapes in the dark. "Is anyone there? My car veered off the road and into the ditch out front, I'm hoping you can help pull me out."
He was ticked now. Running late and smelling like No
We See the CrownAge is the oceanWe See the Crown by bupaje
that hides the bulk
of the iceberg
that is a man's life.
We see the crown
of snowy white
but not the blue
of buried roots.
Only the Narwhal
who dives beneath
sees echoed waves
of mountain grandeur.
Here Be DragonsThere are places not often seen by men today, forgotten as we rush about our tasks or battle with acrimonious and hate filled words. In older times these might be marked on a map with the words 'here be dragons'.Here Be Dragons by bupaje
Where are these places to be found, you might ask, at a time when our geography has never been more clear? Haven't we mapped the earth, the stars and the ocean? Haven't we charted molecules and the tangled threads of DNA? Haven't we explored the surface of the moon and the craters of Mars? Where is this land?
This forgotten terrain, hidden behind an overgrowth of ignorance, is the land of our own hearts. By focusing on that which has little value we weigh the worth of the world, and its people, with short weights and false scales. We pay our dues to others with shaved coins, cheating them of the full value of the love, respect, dignity, opportunity or material support which they are due.
It is time for us to leave the comfortable chairs and ideologies of our walled cities and
Winter's TrailWhen last you walk on winter's trail,Winter's Trail by bupaje
and reach the highest snowy pass,
to stare beyond the veil of ice
at hidden valley's wonder
You'll have some time to turn your head
and read a tale of slips and falls
rime brightened and inked
on frosty Gaia's landscape.
A life thus spied, from airy height
is given form by distance,
joys and regrets, once estranged
now bound like storied pages.
No single footprint writes the verse
that tells the traveler's legend,
each choice, each deed
a word inscribed, to infamy or glory.
I hope that when you reach that place,
you'll smile at what was written,
turn your heel, pick up the pace
and to far mountain hasten.
ChoiceChoice by safika987
The sole determination that causes change,
Whether the cost is greater than a man’s life,
This one word is something that most have everyday,
And yet do not.
What is this word?
And why has it become treasured amongst the many
And lost among the few.
The feeling that one’s mind is free from another’s temptation,
Is something to die for,
If the society exists and is what it is,
Then how are we claiming freedom,
When it isn’t there?
The illusion of freedom and the disturbing reality
Is the truth of the world.
Or the lie.
I remember writing many little stories and drawing comic books. I jammed them into my drawers (my stepmother would routinely empty these into the trash as they filled up). I always expected to be a storyteller/explorer/inventor. Circumstances were such that this didn't work out. Now and then I did sit down to try to create the required outline and do all the planning. I never got much beyond that stage in my writing (except for occasional bouts of mediocre poetry).
This year I resolved that I would write. I went to a local writers meeting. I got fired up and and got all types of plans and charts - and even read more than half of the material. I did free writing exercises and made some new efforts at planning. I began some story board, drew some character ideas, researched various things on the web - and ended up with another few poems and yards of free-writing exercises but nothing started.
One day at lunch several weeks ago I said screw it. I'm getting old and going to be dropping dead soon and all of these stories are going to die with me. I started writing for my lunch hour. No plans. No outline. Nothing but one of the ideas that had been floating around in my head for years. Guess what? A story is coming out - not the one I imagined but another growing from the tiny seed of that first idea. I'm now about 20,000 words into it. Still no outline but I've been following the story and jotting down ideas and notes.
I still suck at sentence structure and planning. If you've read this you'll find errors and missing punctuation. No doubt I'll need to learn some but I think I re-learned the most important thing - something I knew as a kid.
If you want to be a writer - JUST WRITE! Sure, outline and plan if that's how your brain works, more power to you. But if your stuck at planning all the great things you are going to do. If your hung up on details so small that all your really doing is spinning your wheels in the mud, then screw it!
JUST WRITE! TODAY! NOW! DON'T THINK ABOUT IT, DO IT!
What's the worse that can happen?
Here is a really fascinating and potentially useful site. Ambient Mixer allows you listen to a mix of user created audio files and also adjust, add, mix, listen to and download the files. As an example I am writing a story and was searching for the sounds a wooden sailing ship as I don't have ready access to a ship to experience it for myself. Here is one user created mix.
I think you can imagine all the ways this might be useful.