Damn it, I almost forgot about this... need to find something else to put in it's place :p It's my day off today, so lots of Frasier and admiring the rain from the warmth of the indoors. I have written any poetry of any sorts so this is off the top of my head...
As I gaze from out the window
I'm at amazed by what I see
Millions of little droplets, pounding against the floor
Cursed at by a many, appreciated by me
The rain sounds soothing as I listen
Splashing against the floor
Even as it glistens
Battering every door
I rest my head upon my pillow
And watch in blissful glee
Forever comforted by its presence
Constantly thinking lucky me
That was painful, even just writing that. I hope you find some amusement from it, I'm going to spend the rest of the day finding something else to fill the Wednesday gap :)
Wednesday, 16 July 2014
Tuesday, 15 July 2014
Stories And Other Scribblings. (No.1)
So here we are. If you're wondering what happened to Nova Tuesdays... well, they're gone. Now that I'm concentrating on the second Maybe, Misery my fantasy attempt MAY have to wait. To be honest, there is more of it I could share, so you never know, it may make an appearance :)
This week, we have drabbles from myself, Nav Logan and Bryan Thomas. So I hope you all enjoy them and feel free to submit your own.
The Last Cut is the Deepest By C.S.Bailey
Blood splatters across my face
I let out a silent howl
To share my disdain for the entire human race
A chop, chop, chop here
And a chop, chop, chop there
I grow weary of their demands
So I cut deeper by the day as the sadness rises
Never wanting to hurt a soul but my choices are not my own
I inherited this curse from my father, causing pain to a few for the needs of masses
Washing my hands rigorously once more
I’ve had enough of this life and time
I am the butcher’s son no more!
Conquest By Nav Logan http://navlogan.com/
Panting heavily, I put my whole body behind the blow and it strikes true. The pick sinks deeply and spray splatters across my face. I pull the razor-sharp Ice axe from her crown and climb to my feet, catching my breath as I look down at her.
Looking around, I check for witnesses to my conquest. I am all alone. I bask in the glory of my achievement.
She has haunted me for years, taunting me with her dominance, but finally I have defeated her. She lies now at my feet, and I feel like the king of the world.
Her First Time By Bryan Thomas http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bryan-Thomas/e/B007WE83LA/
"Is this your first time, Mrs Smith?"
"Yes, it's my first time."
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"It's alright for you, you're a man."
"Relax, deep breaths... and push."
"Urrrrggghh."
"And again."
"Urrrrggghh."
"Good, more deep breaths now."
"This isn't easy."
"Focus, you can do it."
"I feel faint."
"Just relax, nearly there."
"And puuussshh."
"Urrrrggghh."
"Okay, not long now."
"I don't think I can go on, it's too much."
"Keep breathing, come on now, deeeep breaths."
"Urrrrggghh."
The car's engine burst into life.
"Thanks for the push, Mrs Smith, I'll just about get to work on time."
This week, we have drabbles from myself, Nav Logan and Bryan Thomas. So I hope you all enjoy them and feel free to submit your own.
The Last Cut is the Deepest By C.S.Bailey
Blood splatters across my face
I let out a silent howl
To share my disdain for the entire human race
A chop, chop, chop here
And a chop, chop, chop there
I grow weary of their demands
So I cut deeper by the day as the sadness rises
Never wanting to hurt a soul but my choices are not my own
I inherited this curse from my father, causing pain to a few for the needs of masses
Washing my hands rigorously once more
I’ve had enough of this life and time
I am the butcher’s son no more!
Conquest By Nav Logan http://navlogan.com/
Panting heavily, I put my whole body behind the blow and it strikes true. The pick sinks deeply and spray splatters across my face. I pull the razor-sharp Ice axe from her crown and climb to my feet, catching my breath as I look down at her.
Looking around, I check for witnesses to my conquest. I am all alone. I bask in the glory of my achievement.
She has haunted me for years, taunting me with her dominance, but finally I have defeated her. She lies now at my feet, and I feel like the king of the world.
Her First Time By Bryan Thomas http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bryan-Thomas/e/B007WE83LA/
"Is this your first time, Mrs Smith?"
"Yes, it's my first time."
"Don't worry, everything will be fine."
"It's alright for you, you're a man."
"Relax, deep breaths... and push."
"Urrrrggghh."
"And again."
"Urrrrggghh."
"Good, more deep breaths now."
"This isn't easy."
"Focus, you can do it."
"I feel faint."
"Just relax, nearly there."
"And puuussshh."
"Urrrrggghh."
"Okay, not long now."
"I don't think I can go on, it's too much."
"Keep breathing, come on now, deeeep breaths."
"Urrrrggghh."
The car's engine burst into life.
"Thanks for the push, Mrs Smith, I'll just about get to work on time."
A Pain in the Ass By C.S.Bailey
We met of luck and we met out of chance.
I’m still forever grateful she never asked me to dance.
Her blonde hair flows as it glistens in the sun, her Irish temper boils right there with it.
She read my first book, said it was good.
Thank goodness for that! I was worried it was a dud.
I have nagged at her constantly, this makeshift proofreader of mine.
Yet she smiled right back, knife hidden behind.
It feels like we’ve know each other a while as we watch the time pass.
Forever my friend,
A pain in the ass.
Monday, 14 July 2014
Never Say Never.
So it dawns on my that I may be addicted to blogging and I'm not sure why. Perhaps I like the idea of indirectly keeping people informed or perhaps I like finding out what's going on in my life, because I never pay attention as it happens. As well as the fact that you beautiful people read my little blog so you must like finding out as well? Who knows, it's a mystery for the ages.
Maybe, Misery is now available for pre-order on both iTunes and Kobo, with the rest of the sites taking their bloody time! I'm wasting away waiting for it's release, figuratively speaking of course. How can time travel so slowly! It's just cruel. I'm currently reading the Great Gatsby. I haven't seen the film and I'm enjoying the book immensely. Though with Midnight in Paris being a favourite film of mine, I can't help but read the book in a Tom Hiddleston voice.
A lovely friend of mine gave me a big massive cake today and I smiled for the rest of my shift, I do love cake despite it being very very naughty. And with being busy with book stuff, the gym has taken a back seat! As soon as it's out, I'm going to be back in there burning the delicious cake off.
Today, something strange happened. I actually read some of Maybe, Misery. I mean actually read it, without having to look for anything at all other than the story and you know what... I fucking enjoyed it! I'm not being egotistic or trying to boast about my book but I really did enjoy reading it. Which is strange right?
Also last night I was taking to some people about my author account. APPARENTLY it's against the rules to have two personal accounts. So what am I going to do you ask? Fuck all. My personal account is where I can swear and say the amusing things I want to say. My author account is more professional, yet I still get interact with people better than on a page, so screw you terms and conditions. Rules are made for the obedient ones and I've never been good at that. It's just plain silly, that people try and create all these rules to dictate how we operate. Why doesn't the government just find away to install Windows on to human beings, that way they can have full control... well except for when it crashes.
If I wanted to submit to rules, I'd become religious.
I should mention that a valid point was raised. What if my readers don't want to add me because I'll have access to their personal details? It was a good question and not one I'd considered. So my solution is: If people start to take notice and interact with my page rather than my account, I will continue to use the page. Simple. It's worth pointing out, if someone adds me on Facebook, I don't fucking go routing through their fucking details. I haven't the time and it serves no purpose. It's bloody weird.
Also tomorrow (or Wednesday morning, depending on what time I get back from my Nan's) we will have short stories from myself and two talented authors Nav Logan and Bryan Thomas. Me, Nav and hopefully Bryan are also working on a short story together. basically one of us submits 100 words and then the other continues the story and so on; it should be bloody good :)
Until tomorrow you lovely people around the world.
Maybe, Misery is now available for pre-order on both iTunes and Kobo, with the rest of the sites taking their bloody time! I'm wasting away waiting for it's release, figuratively speaking of course. How can time travel so slowly! It's just cruel. I'm currently reading the Great Gatsby. I haven't seen the film and I'm enjoying the book immensely. Though with Midnight in Paris being a favourite film of mine, I can't help but read the book in a Tom Hiddleston voice.
A lovely friend of mine gave me a big massive cake today and I smiled for the rest of my shift, I do love cake despite it being very very naughty. And with being busy with book stuff, the gym has taken a back seat! As soon as it's out, I'm going to be back in there burning the delicious cake off.
Today, something strange happened. I actually read some of Maybe, Misery. I mean actually read it, without having to look for anything at all other than the story and you know what... I fucking enjoyed it! I'm not being egotistic or trying to boast about my book but I really did enjoy reading it. Which is strange right?
Also last night I was taking to some people about my author account. APPARENTLY it's against the rules to have two personal accounts. So what am I going to do you ask? Fuck all. My personal account is where I can swear and say the amusing things I want to say. My author account is more professional, yet I still get interact with people better than on a page, so screw you terms and conditions. Rules are made for the obedient ones and I've never been good at that. It's just plain silly, that people try and create all these rules to dictate how we operate. Why doesn't the government just find away to install Windows on to human beings, that way they can have full control... well except for when it crashes.
If I wanted to submit to rules, I'd become religious.
I should mention that a valid point was raised. What if my readers don't want to add me because I'll have access to their personal details? It was a good question and not one I'd considered. So my solution is: If people start to take notice and interact with my page rather than my account, I will continue to use the page. Simple. It's worth pointing out, if someone adds me on Facebook, I don't fucking go routing through their fucking details. I haven't the time and it serves no purpose. It's bloody weird.
Also tomorrow (or Wednesday morning, depending on what time I get back from my Nan's) we will have short stories from myself and two talented authors Nav Logan and Bryan Thomas. Me, Nav and hopefully Bryan are also working on a short story together. basically one of us submits 100 words and then the other continues the story and so on; it should be bloody good :)
Until tomorrow you lovely people around the world.
Sunday, 13 July 2014
An ode for the people who piss us off, sort of.
Don't you just fucking hate people that feel the need to insert themselves into your life with the sole purpose of making you want to reach for the hammer, or some other blunt object. They're everywhere, like a virus... It's like they were born and raised on the planet annoyance and sent to Earth.
That was the best exercise ever. I wrote down all my frustrations and then deleted it, I shouldn't be ranting on my Blog and so I won't. Well except for the first paragraph.
A lovely woman at work said last night that I should be proud of publishing a book at such a young age and it got me thinking. Is 27 a young age to be publishing a book? Especially in today's world were there are more resources for self publishing authors? I don't know. I know it's been a pain in the ass and a heavy learning curve, though I am proud. Too proud perhaps as I've been showing every possible person my book like an excited child with that toy that Nana bought him.
I think these last weeks have been a blur... All I've literally done, asides from work is work on my book. Knowing I'm on the final stretch, after three years. I feel like I've had nothing else to say, asides from the bloody thing. I do believe it's justified though to be honest. I mean what do we have to talk about with people? Jobs? I don't care enough about mine to EVER talk about it. Private lives? I don't care to air my laundry, dirty or otherwise in public. Hobbies? This book has taken over all mine. It really has been all consuming.
I guess I do have to apologise for constantly going on about it but if something had taken over your world, what else would you have to talk about? On the plus side, my personal Facebook page, was a stroke of genius if I say so myself :p I get more response and more people reading my little Blog, so thank you to all the new readers.
Even now, I tell myself I'm going to take a break from writing but I haven't! I mean, writing a book was on my bucket list as you all know. So why am I still writing? Because I fucking love it that's why! I feel the need to do it. It gives me purpose, makes me believe I'm doing something with my life. I crave anything that isn't ordinary.
So whilst your all here, I want to mention IT. Yes, that sequel. As you already know, the book that Eilis picked for me to write next is the sequel to Maybe, Misery. *The new readers collectively roll their eyes*
As did I when it was picked. I thought I had escaped from that world for a while. So I should explain a bit about it. It is not really a sequel. It simply expands on the world already created and hopefully improves upon it. It follows four main characters and continues to travel back and forth through its timeline. Which is a pain in the ass. I am enjoying writing it though and I know I won't release it unless I believe it's better than the first. Fuck that. I'm not falling for that sequel curse.
Well I've just realised how long this Blog is, well done if you read it all. Enjoy the remainder of the weekend and I'll see you on Tuesday... Unless something worth writing about happens tomorrow.
That was the best exercise ever. I wrote down all my frustrations and then deleted it, I shouldn't be ranting on my Blog and so I won't. Well except for the first paragraph.
A lovely woman at work said last night that I should be proud of publishing a book at such a young age and it got me thinking. Is 27 a young age to be publishing a book? Especially in today's world were there are more resources for self publishing authors? I don't know. I know it's been a pain in the ass and a heavy learning curve, though I am proud. Too proud perhaps as I've been showing every possible person my book like an excited child with that toy that Nana bought him.
I think these last weeks have been a blur... All I've literally done, asides from work is work on my book. Knowing I'm on the final stretch, after three years. I feel like I've had nothing else to say, asides from the bloody thing. I do believe it's justified though to be honest. I mean what do we have to talk about with people? Jobs? I don't care enough about mine to EVER talk about it. Private lives? I don't care to air my laundry, dirty or otherwise in public. Hobbies? This book has taken over all mine. It really has been all consuming.
I guess I do have to apologise for constantly going on about it but if something had taken over your world, what else would you have to talk about? On the plus side, my personal Facebook page, was a stroke of genius if I say so myself :p I get more response and more people reading my little Blog, so thank you to all the new readers.
Even now, I tell myself I'm going to take a break from writing but I haven't! I mean, writing a book was on my bucket list as you all know. So why am I still writing? Because I fucking love it that's why! I feel the need to do it. It gives me purpose, makes me believe I'm doing something with my life. I crave anything that isn't ordinary.
So whilst your all here, I want to mention IT. Yes, that sequel. As you already know, the book that Eilis picked for me to write next is the sequel to Maybe, Misery. *The new readers collectively roll their eyes*
As did I when it was picked. I thought I had escaped from that world for a while. So I should explain a bit about it. It is not really a sequel. It simply expands on the world already created and hopefully improves upon it. It follows four main characters and continues to travel back and forth through its timeline. Which is a pain in the ass. I am enjoying writing it though and I know I won't release it unless I believe it's better than the first. Fuck that. I'm not falling for that sequel curse.
Well I've just realised how long this Blog is, well done if you read it all. Enjoy the remainder of the weekend and I'll see you on Tuesday... Unless something worth writing about happens tomorrow.
Saturday, 12 July 2014
Smash them words!
So as of this moment Maybe, Misery is available to pre-order on iTunes for 49p or $0.99 respectively. With more sites on the way. I think it's a fair price... though I do rate my book higher than that, I already told you guys I'm not releasing it for the money. I guess I'm getting quite nervous now as well as excited. I'm also slightly concerned about all the formatting mumbo jumbo! What a pain in the ass it is! So I can only hope that all the versions turn out okay!
Luckily, I'll know the print version will be perfect which will go along way in comforting me if all things digital go to hell (though the versions I've seen so far seem fine).
Speaking of hell, trying to go through the meat grinder on Smash words was awful and I just didn't make it through. Telling me my book wasn't formatted corrected even though it's been edited and formatted by a professional! They're lying!
Then telling me that my book cover wasn't correct! Even though it was created on createspace, which is designed for digital output! They're lying again!
So I hate them for now. I gave up yesterday being over tired and hot from this gorgeous weather.
I'll return to it on a day when my patience is at a high. Anyway... I'm sure I had more to say, but I can't remember what it was. Oh shit yeah... Don't forget to submit your writings/scribblings/poems for Tuesday and Wednesday :) I've asked a good friend of mine Nav Logan, author of the storm-bringer saga, if I can post an excellent drabble of his on here.
Anyway I'm sure I'll return soon with more ramblings... I hope you all have an awesome weekend :)
Thursday, 10 July 2014
One Small Step For Chris.
Facebook you kinky devil, trying endlessly to get money out of me in return for your services. It's like prostitution without the endorphins afterwards. I am of course talking about my writers page and how they have killed my reached to almost zero! Insisting I should 'boost' my posts... Yeah because I'm a fucking business and I want to spam people don't I!
That's sarcasm by the way, I have no intention of spamming anyone! So anyway, I have simply set up another personal account under the name of c.s. bailey. That way people can add me as a friend and it's a lot more personal. I still have my actual personal page so I can express the opinions I wouldn't publicise outside of my friends. It makes sense to me at least.
Anyway, it would seem everything can go back to normal now so here's the schedule for the coming weeks:
Tuesday: I will share some writing with you, whether it be a drabble or something else with Nova being on hold for the minute, but remember I go to see my Nan after work, so it's technically Wednesday morning... well except for my American readers.
Wednesday: I will attempt poetry some more, because I like to entertain myself at how awful it is and hopefully you guys like it too. (Remember to send yours in!)
Thursday: Three's a crowd will return, at least for a while. I have like four left... I think.
Friday: I will share with you a chart of the recent songs I've been listening to! Because we all love to discover new music, especially myself! So if you have a playlist, get it emailed in! MrTalon87@aol.co.uk and I'll get it posted :)
Here is my Top 15 Chart
That's sarcasm by the way, I have no intention of spamming anyone! So anyway, I have simply set up another personal account under the name of c.s. bailey. That way people can add me as a friend and it's a lot more personal. I still have my actual personal page so I can express the opinions I wouldn't publicise outside of my friends. It makes sense to me at least.
Anyway, it would seem everything can go back to normal now so here's the schedule for the coming weeks:
Tuesday: I will share some writing with you, whether it be a drabble or something else with Nova being on hold for the minute, but remember I go to see my Nan after work, so it's technically Wednesday morning... well except for my American readers.
Wednesday: I will attempt poetry some more, because I like to entertain myself at how awful it is and hopefully you guys like it too. (Remember to send yours in!)
Thursday: Three's a crowd will return, at least for a while. I have like four left... I think.
Friday: I will share with you a chart of the recent songs I've been listening to! Because we all love to discover new music, especially myself! So if you have a playlist, get it emailed in! MrTalon87@aol.co.uk and I'll get it posted :)
Here is my Top 15 Chart
- Beaten in Lips - Beartooth
- Radiate - Enter Shikari
- All Along the Watchtower - Jimi Hendrix
- Sex & Lies - Nothing More
- Androids - Eminem and LP
- Twinge - Chevelle
- Have You Ever - Incubus
- Sail - Awolnation
- Casio - Mindless Self-Indulgence
- Blood - In This Moment
- Pioneers - Bloc Party
- The Courtesy Call - Aperture Science Psychoacoustics Laboratory
- No Wisdom Brings Solace - Sybreed
- The Matthew Effect - Nothing More
- Ouija Board - Chevelle
Wednesday, 9 July 2014
Christmas Day!
I sprinted downstairs, blood pumping, arms shaking only stopping to finish putting my pants on. As my hands brushed against the wall, I feel every speckle of paint on the beige walls. As I reached the door and unlocked it, I grinned relentlessly at the man standing before me. He asked for my name and I gave it proudly, for this day he had a special present for me.
Yes, that is a black bag in the corner. I was in the middle of cleaning :p
Yes, that is a black bag in the corner. I was in the middle of cleaning :p
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