Exciting...for me!

Most everyone here knows about Lucky One, and that I've been pluggin' away at it, which is true. But, since I have decided its not going to be a serial, I'll be changing more than expected on the second draft. I mention this because a couple of my friends didn't get to read the 5 installments I posted--and nor will they. Not like were originally. Here, for the interested, is my game plan.

I suspect from what I have planned it will be a typical 3 part story. Part 1 will still be about the same content wise and will have the same starting off point. Part 2 will be more about how the whole situation came to be for most the characters, and finally part 3 will conclusion. When I have finished part 1, I will begin the rewrite. After the rewrite, I'll send it out for you all to have a look see.

But, in the meantime, I'll continue along with my scattered approach to writing. Lucky One will be my main focus but I'll still work on the occasional short story as the mood fits. Anything novel-length will be limited to planning and scheming.

Not that you care, or that I expect you to.

The Bastard's favorite song.

He's been having a hard time finding the lyrics, so I figured this would be a good place to post them for him to see.

Open your eyes I see
Your eyes are open
Wear no disguise for me
Come into the open

When it's cold outside
Am I here in vain?
Hold on to the night
There will be no shame

Always
I wanna be with you
And make believe with you
And live in harmony harmony oh love

Melting the ice for me
Jump into the ocean
Hold back the tide I see
Your love in motion

When it's cold outside
Am I here in vain?
Hold on to the night
There will be no shame

Here's a youtube link if you would all like to share in his happiness.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eSMeUPFjQHc&feature=related

Soooooo good.

WALTER
And monies, and this is thy home-work, boy.
Wherefore silence? What impudence is this?
Thou art killing thy father, Laurence! O!
This hath no end; he never will speak word.
I take thy parchment back, and turn to plans
Of secondary contingence. Look well.
Behold thy car, the corvette, crimson-stain’d,
And see what befalls sinners evermore.
[He raises his sword, and smites the car]
This befalleth when thou firk’st a stranger ‘twixt the buttocks, Laurence! Understand’st
thou? Dost thou attend me? Seest thou what happens, Laurence? Seest thou what
happens, Laurence? Seest thou what happens, Laurence, when thou firk’st a stranger
‘twixt the buttocks?!
[Enter CLOWN]
This be what befalleth, Laurence! This be what befalleth, Laurence!

It is official!

We've gone public.

I heard that there were superbowl invites on this blog...

And so I log into the internets for the sole purpose of finding said invites. I look on the blog, and what do I find?

NO
SUPER
BOWL
INVITES!!!!!!!!

I don't know why anyone still talks to me

Lord o Mornin: yo!
The Bastard Himself: Yo back!
Lord o Mornin: sup, man?
Lord o Mornin: just watched a really good film
The Bastard Himself: Yeah?
Lord o Mornin: yeah, New Moon
The Bastard Himself: ...oh.
Lord o Mornin: lmao
Lord o Mornin: just kidding
The Bastard Himself: let me go wake up my 12 year old
The Bastard Himself: you two can gab
Lord o Mornin: lol
Lord o Mornin: no, it was World's Greatest Dad
Lord o Mornin: it's a satire
Lord o Mornin: Robin Williams
The Bastard Himself: Never heard of it
The Bastard Himself: but I do like Robin Williams
Lord o Mornin: Written and directed by Bobcat Gothwaite
The Bastard Himself: I hate to be there when his manic is replaced with depressive though...
Lord o Mornin: ahh
Lord o Mornin: well, you may not like this
Lord o Mornin: a more serious williams role
Lord o Mornin: but it's waaay hilarious in it's satire
Lord o Mornin: while being very dark
The Bastard Himself: What Dreams May Come
The Bastard Himself: Patch Adams
Lord o Mornin: ahh
Lord o Mornin: no
The Bastard Himself: Good Morning, Vietnam
The Bastard Himself: don't you talk ugly to me!
The Bastard Himself: I said I like Robin Williams!
Lord o Mornin: more the Final Cut meet's tarantino, meets mel books
The Bastard Himself: ...fuck you Brett.
Lord o Mornin: are you drinking again?
The Bastard Himself: No!
The Bastard Himself: You three-meeted me!
The Bastard Himself: a-squared+b-squared+c-squared=jibberish!
Lord o Mornin is typing a message.
Lord o Mornin: ummm . . ok . . I was told there would be no math . . .