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.
Well, the first full week of January of 2019 has been full of ups and downs for me.
My Texas Longhorns won the Sugar Bowl by defeating the Georgia Bulldogs. I’m still working without a paycheck due to the government shutdown. I started reading a book my sister gave me written by one of my all-time favorite authors, Aaron Dembski-Bowden and the book is called “Ragnar Blackmane”. I sprained my ankle at work and am a gimp right now. Missed a couple of days of work and have been furloughed due to the aforementioned injury. Got to see my buddy Jason Mamoa in the new Aquaman movie; yes, he’s my buddy because I met him, visited with him and spent some quality buddy time with him about eight years ago in Cross Plains, Texas.
I suppose that’s the sum of my week. That is all, carry on.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays from Part-Time Warlord and the Parkinson family to you and yours.
A full squad of heavily armed and armored warriors stepped into the area near Baltimore’s table. Each warrior wore his or her own unique version of carapace armor. The one speaking, whom Baltimore assumed was the leader, wore an ornate horned helmet. He was as large as one of the legendary Astartes warriors. Brilita Sparks and Guzz Klobber shared an uneasy glance and Klobber looked at Baltimore. The Privateer Captain put his hand up to signal to his security detail that they should hold their ground, but not yet act.
Captain Baltimore looked at the hulking warrior with the horned helmet, ‘What are your intentions, sir?’
The leader of the warriors nodded in Klobber’s direction and said, ‘Word around the station is you’re going into the Expanse; Silva Malorum to be specific. If you’re going out there, you’re going to need better protection than a few rejects from the penal legion. A sour expression appeared on Brilita Sparks’ face.
‘That’s right, sister. You and your companions are base amateurs compared to us. It’s best you embrace that fact and move along before my people have to prove that to you.’
The warrior in charge took is attention away from Brilita Sparks and looked over at Captain Baltimore again, ‘We know the Expanse the horrors that live out there. But, it’s up to you if you want to trust your life with a bunch of inmates, then be my guest.’
‘That’s it, I’ve had about enough of this tripe,’ Guzz Klobber quickly unholstered his weapons and Brilita Sparks quickly followed suit and the duo made to advance upon their detractors.
Blades flashed through the air and a quick succession of muzzle flashes illuminated the scene. Before Baltimore could comprehend what had happened, his entire security detail was on the floor swathed in their own blood.
The lead warrior gestured to himself and slightly bowed his head in Baltimore’s direction and then gestured to his squad, ‘I am Kazon and we are the Sand Tigers. I think we need to negotiate a price for our services.’
To be continued . . .
I just wanted to wish all my readers a Happy Thanksgiving tomorrow from Part-Time Warlord and the Parkinson family. Even if you don’t live in the United States, I hope you have a wonderful day.
I’ve been sick for about a week with a severe upper respiratory infection that caused me to miss the better part of three days of work. I just haven’t felt like doing much of anything except sleeping and eating soup, crackers, and bananas. I have been so sick I didn’t even want to contemplate working on my story. I’ve tried to force myself to write while I was sick before and the results were certainly less than stellar, so I wasn’t going to do that to myself this go around.
Today is the first I’ve felt even halfway human. My voice is actually trying to come back to me too. I still might be a tad contagious, so I’m going to stay home from church. I think I may get back onto the saddle and at least tinker a bit with my story. I have what I feel are some good ideas I need to put onto the page.
A week just isn’t long enough. I said that about being in London the week of New Year’s Day 2017 and I say that now about working on my first book in my series. I didn’t get to write every day during my time off; mainly because I had numerous chores to do and errands to run. I have been able to write quite a bit starting last Friday through today and I plan on doing some tomorrow as well. Despite what I have put down onto paper so to speak, I still feel like I’ve been running through mud in regards to what I wanted to write about. There is so much one has to do when creating a world from the ground up. Creating just about everything can be a daunting task. I guess I just need to quit venting and get to work.