I’m sitting in the rocking chair on this Sunday evening watching football, listening to Mongolian folk metal on Youtube while trying to work on my story. I have a thousand, thousand ideas running through my head right now. It’s so hard to focus my creativity at times like this. I feel that if I could take a ride on the back of a charging destrier and split some simulated skulls (melons and pumpkins) with a sword with the cold wind in my hair it might help me reign in my thoughts. Focus, focus, focus.
I still want my story to be a sci-fi crime drama infused with plenty of action adventure told from the peace officers’ points of view, but right now this very minute I really want to write from the outlaws’ viewpoints. I think I need to work on their scenes right now while I’m feeling that way. I’ve always enjoyed writing from a villain’s perspective. Now I think I’ll do just that.
Speaking of the cold wind, I think tonight is going to be a soup and crackers kind of evening.
Part-Time Warlord 