Being the procrastinating individual that I am, I think a severe beating may actually be of some benefit. Less slack, more slap.
Hope all goes well with the GoPro experiment. At the very least, you could have some fun making a ‘Blair Witch Project’-like home movie out of the footage.
It might be weird to ask, but what type of bear? I did some research about hiking the Tetons this spring and have had a fixation ever since. We have black bears around here. Not very large and mostly docile.
Ours seems to be a large black bear who loves to rip down bird feeders. Timid so far, but we don't let the dog out alone, and we make lots of noise while hiking in the woods.
If I’ve leant anything about bears, it’s that they eat honey out of jars they find in the woods. Admittedly, this blueberry consumption by bear seems quite far fetched when compared with the facts. You can put your mind at ease -- it’s no bear but likely just some mentally disturbed individual living in the woods, surviving off the land and prone to erratic behavior when confronted by a fellow human being. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Okay, darling. Where are you going to be posting the GoPro footage? Who's going to own it? Will people in the room be in the background? Is there a way to avoid being in the background? How will this impact publishing rights (since "posting" constitutes "publishing")? Will there be a microphone? Or are we counting on the camera to pick up sound? Just trying to figure out if I should wear false eyelashes. ;) Sorry to be the mom. But, you know, I'm the mom.
Why couldn’t these pirates just be satiated with gold, jewellery and the like? I mean -- what? They gotta come and steal abstract concepts now? Come on! You gotta be shitting me!
I like sweating buckets while I write. It gets me in the mood for some of the stories I am working on. Costume serial killing isn't exactly comfortable work until winter time. I just ate some wild blackberries on the road outside my house. Blueberry and blackberry pie sounds good. Baking isn't very enjoyable in high indoor temperatures. I feel like I won't get better if I don't write. Everyday I take off makes my feel lazy. I guess my reward will be going to the pool later on. Anyone want to join me? I hope everyone is staying cool and creative in their own way. Good luck at hindsight tomorrow. I look forward to seeing the videos from consenting adults.
Bear disasters! Don't blame anyone needing to pick berries and avoid all that!
Knee deep in editing D&D Feywild monster stat blocks and lore. I didn't realize how much I was picking up here until I started editing and seeing things I learned on the stack in other people's writing and helping them out. The stack has been such a positive experience for me! I still have a lot to learn, but definitely picking up some things along the way. Thank you again for this experience and helping me see a few of my many blind spots!
In my 20s, I loved being on camera. These days, however, not so much. Made a cameo in the film adaptation of my novel HARVEST and loved watching the rough cut until my scene totally ruined it. Absolutely hate the way I appear on camera these days, and was tempted to ask the director to cut it. As such, feel free to film my reading, but make sure the lens cap is firmly secured.
Sorry, my nephew passed 2 months ago, 1 day before the tenth anniversary of Michaels injury. Ironically, He was also born 1 year 1 day before Michael. I hope Austin is in a much better place. He was full blown autistic and the happiest person I ever knew. I'm coming round. I kind of go into my own world until I can deal
P.S. Also quit a 4 decade addiction to caffeine in the last 2 months. I had no idea I was actually still that shy and awkward kid. I was such a spaz lol.
Ty Brandon, you have no idea how much this means to me. I wrote this on Facebook today and if I remember correctly you don't do Facebook so I copied it for you:
Well peeps, I went MIA again and no one noticed. My nephew passed 2 months ago and I sunk into another agoraphobic depression and I tried to get out of the house and ran into a shitload of family members who I know either dislike or downright hate me for reasons I can't fathom. Out of respect for my parents I waited until they passed to say something so I'm good knowing they get together. I had to unfriend some of them years ago because they continued to post pictures I wasn't in.
Well, I'm good. I always am. I have suffered severe PTSD, anxiety and depression since I was 3. So bad, that I told Chuck Palahniuk a few things and he invited me to Oregon to meet him. It just baffles me that he would be so welcoming and people that say they loved me or people who are close to me would treat me like shit. And that makes writing a book so easy and so hard.
I'm not sure who believes in me anymore. Im so sketchy cuz my PTSD says I just got opportunists on my Facebook and not people who truly care and respect me.
One day I will die. I'm not Jesus Christ though that last accident happened and a miracle did happen that day that I've only told a few people because explaining it sounds crazy. Let's put it this way, if you told me I wouldn't believe the story because my brain is too practical. I'm gonna bank on everyone knowing how brutally honest I am everyday when I do tell that story but for now, if you want to be my friend, you have to make some sort of effort.
I'm not crazy, never was. I learned early in life that I could "act crazy" to get people to leave me alone. This often backfired because I got people laughing at me in a manner that was so different. I found out very quickly I could entertain people and it became a craft I kept secret from my family. "Acting crazy" became my primary defensive mechanism because it worked so well and I was great at it. And if you think I'm not self-aware, no one beats me up more than myself.
Anyhow, here is my life in a nutshell:
My kids don't speak to me.
I've been alone on most holidays, birthdays and special occasions for my entire adult life, even when I was married
I've got a shitload of injuries too crazy too mention.
Same as above with surgeries and chronic illnesses.
I try all the time to make plans with people and I get dejected easily.
Let's get together after the holidays is a lie. If anyone ever says this to me again I'm gonna tell em to fuck off. It's fucking August!!!!!!!
Here's one I particularly love, the messages that I send to people and they never reply. Wtf, if you think I'm important, you get back to me at some point.
All those accidents and injuries and shit, no one but my Mom and Dad came if they could.
Alone, alone, alone
Now, 2 months ago I reignited things with a flame I had when I was. 19 and again in my mid-twenties. He's been a great friend for 30 years and his patience and willing to listen has got me telling him shit I never tell anyone so it gives me the courage to let you guys knows I love you but I will not invest time or energy in anyone unwilling to treat me with common human dignity or respect.
My future looks bright...... fucking finally!
P.S. Chuck Palahniuk is not only the coolest but the kindest person I ever met. I have no pictures because I hate having my picture taken and I have to be in the mood and frankly I cried when I met him. It was mostly tears of joy because it was quite the amazing journey and I couldn't believe I made it and he was like a real person.
Thank you Chuck and my mystery man for believing in me!!!!!
Some of us have joined forces in Discord, and are doing video conference readings at Noon EST on Sundays. Its not Chuck feedback, but it has helped me immensely. After writing and revising somewhat blindly for 18 months, I've got the beginning of a story near a final draft.
*Berry exciting.
Bear exciting
Oh tomorrow is going to be INCREDIBLE!!
Congrats on the GoPro and I hope you get all the blueberries picked and the Bear goes to your neighbors house instead of yours!
Being the procrastinating individual that I am, I think a severe beating may actually be of some benefit. Less slack, more slap.
Hope all goes well with the GoPro experiment. At the very least, you could have some fun making a ‘Blair Witch Project’-like home movie out of the footage.
It might be weird to ask, but what type of bear? I did some research about hiking the Tetons this spring and have had a fixation ever since. We have black bears around here. Not very large and mostly docile.
Ours seems to be a large black bear who loves to rip down bird feeders. Timid so far, but we don't let the dog out alone, and we make lots of noise while hiking in the woods.
If I’ve leant anything about bears, it’s that they eat honey out of jars they find in the woods. Admittedly, this blueberry consumption by bear seems quite far fetched when compared with the facts. You can put your mind at ease -- it’s no bear but likely just some mentally disturbed individual living in the woods, surviving off the land and prone to erratic behavior when confronted by a fellow human being. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Thank you, I'll relax now.
Okay, darling. Where are you going to be posting the GoPro footage? Who's going to own it? Will people in the room be in the background? Is there a way to avoid being in the background? How will this impact publishing rights (since "posting" constitutes "publishing")? Will there be a microphone? Or are we counting on the camera to pick up sound? Just trying to figure out if I should wear false eyelashes. ;) Sorry to be the mom. But, you know, I'm the mom.
Oh what a relief! For a second there I felt a responsibility to counsel students about their IP rights.
Doubtful. There was a lot of production work involved. The GoPro stuff is low-rent and raw, but much easier.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. We have IP rights?
I just checked with Pirate Bay, and no, IP rights no longer exist.
Why couldn’t these pirates just be satiated with gold, jewellery and the like? I mean -- what? They gotta come and steal abstract concepts now? Come on! You gotta be shitting me!
since there are cameras everywhere nowadays, always wear false eyelashes, just to be sure. I'll do the same! :p
Wise words.
We can discuss all that tonight.
Also, if you want to drop off blueberries, I'm just saying.
Seriously, Chuck, you're bringing me blueberries, right?
I like sweating buckets while I write. It gets me in the mood for some of the stories I am working on. Costume serial killing isn't exactly comfortable work until winter time. I just ate some wild blackberries on the road outside my house. Blueberry and blackberry pie sounds good. Baking isn't very enjoyable in high indoor temperatures. I feel like I won't get better if I don't write. Everyday I take off makes my feel lazy. I guess my reward will be going to the pool later on. Anyone want to join me? I hope everyone is staying cool and creative in their own way. Good luck at hindsight tomorrow. I look forward to seeing the videos from consenting adults.
Let me know if you need my blueberry jam recipe! ♥️🫐
Bear disasters! Don't blame anyone needing to pick berries and avoid all that!
Knee deep in editing D&D Feywild monster stat blocks and lore. I didn't realize how much I was picking up here until I started editing and seeing things I learned on the stack in other people's writing and helping them out. The stack has been such a positive experience for me! I still have a lot to learn, but definitely picking up some things along the way. Thank you again for this experience and helping me see a few of my many blind spots!
Will the video recordings of the readings be published afterward? Would love to watch them.
ONLY if the writer gives permission. And they will be taken down the moment a writer requests that.
Sounds fair. Thank you for making this happen.
Blueberry and banana muffins! Especially nice if you throw some raspberries into the mix.
Granola bar bear poo... that's something I'm not going to forget.
Good luck with the GoPro
In my 20s, I loved being on camera. These days, however, not so much. Made a cameo in the film adaptation of my novel HARVEST and loved watching the rough cut until my scene totally ruined it. Absolutely hate the way I appear on camera these days, and was tempted to ask the director to cut it. As such, feel free to film my reading, but make sure the lens cap is firmly secured.
Hah! That's how I felt sitting on the airplane next to Sam Rockwell in 'Choke.'
Well, that makes me feel better at least. LOL Great movie by the way. Rockwell was perfect casting.
Can't make it tonight, but I'm looking forward to coming down in two-weeks. Only problem is deciding on which short to share.
Sorry, my nephew passed 2 months ago, 1 day before the tenth anniversary of Michaels injury. Ironically, He was also born 1 year 1 day before Michael. I hope Austin is in a much better place. He was full blown autistic and the happiest person I ever knew. I'm coming round. I kind of go into my own world until I can deal
P.S. Also quit a 4 decade addiction to caffeine in the last 2 months. I had no idea I was actually still that shy and awkward kid. I was such a spaz lol.
Ty Brandon, you have no idea how much this means to me. I wrote this on Facebook today and if I remember correctly you don't do Facebook so I copied it for you:
Well peeps, I went MIA again and no one noticed. My nephew passed 2 months ago and I sunk into another agoraphobic depression and I tried to get out of the house and ran into a shitload of family members who I know either dislike or downright hate me for reasons I can't fathom. Out of respect for my parents I waited until they passed to say something so I'm good knowing they get together. I had to unfriend some of them years ago because they continued to post pictures I wasn't in.
Well, I'm good. I always am. I have suffered severe PTSD, anxiety and depression since I was 3. So bad, that I told Chuck Palahniuk a few things and he invited me to Oregon to meet him. It just baffles me that he would be so welcoming and people that say they loved me or people who are close to me would treat me like shit. And that makes writing a book so easy and so hard.
I'm not sure who believes in me anymore. Im so sketchy cuz my PTSD says I just got opportunists on my Facebook and not people who truly care and respect me.
One day I will die. I'm not Jesus Christ though that last accident happened and a miracle did happen that day that I've only told a few people because explaining it sounds crazy. Let's put it this way, if you told me I wouldn't believe the story because my brain is too practical. I'm gonna bank on everyone knowing how brutally honest I am everyday when I do tell that story but for now, if you want to be my friend, you have to make some sort of effort.
I'm not crazy, never was. I learned early in life that I could "act crazy" to get people to leave me alone. This often backfired because I got people laughing at me in a manner that was so different. I found out very quickly I could entertain people and it became a craft I kept secret from my family. "Acting crazy" became my primary defensive mechanism because it worked so well and I was great at it. And if you think I'm not self-aware, no one beats me up more than myself.
Anyhow, here is my life in a nutshell:
My kids don't speak to me.
I've been alone on most holidays, birthdays and special occasions for my entire adult life, even when I was married
I've got a shitload of injuries too crazy too mention.
Same as above with surgeries and chronic illnesses.
I try all the time to make plans with people and I get dejected easily.
Let's get together after the holidays is a lie. If anyone ever says this to me again I'm gonna tell em to fuck off. It's fucking August!!!!!!!
Here's one I particularly love, the messages that I send to people and they never reply. Wtf, if you think I'm important, you get back to me at some point.
All those accidents and injuries and shit, no one but my Mom and Dad came if they could.
Alone, alone, alone
Now, 2 months ago I reignited things with a flame I had when I was. 19 and again in my mid-twenties. He's been a great friend for 30 years and his patience and willing to listen has got me telling him shit I never tell anyone so it gives me the courage to let you guys knows I love you but I will not invest time or energy in anyone unwilling to treat me with common human dignity or respect.
My future looks bright...... fucking finally!
P.S. Chuck Palahniuk is not only the coolest but the kindest person I ever met. I have no pictures because I hate having my picture taken and I have to be in the mood and frankly I cried when I met him. It was mostly tears of joy because it was quite the amazing journey and I couldn't believe I made it and he was like a real person.
Thank you Chuck and my mystery man for believing in me!!!!!
Omfg....I prank answer lmfao.
Also when is the second one of the month? Is it August 22nd?
Yes, the next one is August 22nd.
Thank you!!!
Some of us have joined forces in Discord, and are doing video conference readings at Noon EST on Sundays. Its not Chuck feedback, but it has helped me immensely. After writing and revising somewhat blindly for 18 months, I've got the beginning of a story near a final draft.
https://discord.gg/FNSQWjtKUf