Mr. SmartyPants sighed as he stood at the edge of town, bathed in shadow. The township of Logan had changed since he’d been gone, and not for the better. Once a thriving community, now the streets were ruled by tumbleweeds and ghosts. Gone were the glory days, when gold flowed like honey from a bee hive in the taverns and even the poorest of folk had enough to keep them through the winter. Only memories remained, both joyful and painful for Smarty. With a sigh, he brushed the dust from his hat, placing it back atop his head, and turned his back on the empty buildings. Mounting his horse he rode east, not sparing the town another glance.
a little time here, Tai Chi and then work... i am getting tired of working when everyone else has the day off, FYI. looking for a sugar daddy! ;)
I am always hestitant to put up something "too long". I recall a comment on a story posted on other site that was lengthy, something along the lines of "this was on of the few times i've bothered to finish something this long". personally, i think having something posted in bite sized chunks on a site like this makes it easier for me to digest. the reasoning is that a lot of time there are a lot of distractions on line, and sitting down and reading 10,000 words on the computer at once can be a chore, like 2,000 words at a time is a pleasure and, once i am hooked on chapter one, i WILL seek out the follow ups for reading.
i really DO smell like Onions!
ok, going against the grain here, but normally, i get an idea, i sit down, i write... i don't stop writing unless forced too, and then i work it out in my head while working, cleaning, driving, etc... it's rare to take more then 2-3 days, sometimes just one - this is SHORT stories, btw, not novel lenght stories! once it's done, i do my best to fix typoes, reread, polish it up a bit, and then it's done. i deal with an ADD brain, so it HAS to be done quick, or i lose it and move on. it frustrates me at times to re read something a month later and nit pick at it, but then, there are times when i think i acheive what i wanted.
i don't mind the voices in my head so much, it's the ones in my heart that kind of mess me up!
i am honestly not interested in being published. my goal is to write something that i am proud of, not just something that i think is good, but something that pushes beyond what i think myself capable of, a story with no mis-steps, no imperfections, each word perfectly placed. i want to to be something that moves both me and anyone who reads it. i think that i am slowly reaching towards that place, and that with each story i write, i come a little closer.