Fearless Reader,
I entered and submitted a short story into a writing contest just this week. This is the first of the year and the first in my commitment to enter one each month for the rest of the year. This goal will be achieved as I have entered the same contest for the remainder of 2011 so I guess the challenge will be to enter some other contests as well.
This contest is held by Wynterblue Publishing and it is a 24 hour challenge, in which I am given certain words that must be included in the story and a subject to follow and I have 24 hours to complete a story of under 2500 words.
It took me about two hours, banging away at the keyboard to finish the story and I'm pretty happy with it. I have yet to read it myself however I had a blast writing it and the friends and family that have read it, if they are being honest, have given me some very positive feedback.
I will keep you posted FR as to whether or not my piece is selected for publication and if so where you can find it online or in hardcopy.
This Zombie Warrior is finally trying to live the dream!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Seriously
Dear Teenage Boys,
Axe, Tag, or any other form or variation of bodyspray deodorant is not, I repeat NOT a substitute for showering.
You just give everyone a friggin' headache.
Zulu Whiskey Out
Axe, Tag, or any other form or variation of bodyspray deodorant is not, I repeat NOT a substitute for showering.
You just give everyone a friggin' headache.
Zulu Whiskey Out
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Poll Results: December 2010
Leading up to Christmas for the month of December I asked you, Fearless Reader, whether you preferred to give, received or whether you liked both and the results are the most unanimous they have ever been.
First of all, everyone answered that they liked to give (of course answering both means that you like to give as well). And 75% agreed that they liked to both give and receive.
In the spirit of giving and receiving I will tell a couple stories about the subjects in question. One is very recent and one is quite older.
Giving
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my relationship with the undoubtably infamous Miss McGoo. We agreed last week to give our gifts this past Friday as it is our weekly date night and I think we were both anxious too. For a long time I struggled with what to get her and just before Christmas I decided I wanted to get her a necklace. I haven't given her jewelry before and truth be known never given jewelry to any girlfriend before.
I went to the jewelry store after work and the first necklace I was showed was the one that I knew I would get for her. The salesman showed me several other pieces but known were close to the quality and brilliance of the first.
It was that necklace that went home with me and was in my jacket pocket when I picked her up for our date on Friday. I gave her the card I had written for her and while she was reading it I slipped my hand into my jacket pocket as the jacket was sitting on the back of the chair I was sitting on. When she looked up from reading her card she immediatly threw her arms around me and I hugged her back. She leaned back in her chair and looked down and I had brought the small box above the table and I opened it up to show her the necklace I had chosen.
I have not exaggerated yet in my story and I do not intend to now and when she saw the small heart of diamonds on that fine white gold chain she cried. In that moment I felt so good about myself and about her as well. It was an amazing feeling to give someone such a special and meaningful gift. Her reaction and appreciation was worth far more than every penny spent on the necklace.
Receiving
In my twenty years I have received some pretty awesome gifts; my first Xbox, some great trips and not the least of which my "man-gagement" ring given to me by Miss McGoo (she insists of course it wasn't an attempt at man-gagement but I know the truth!).
Although nothing I have received has a more amusing story than the pneumatic plane I got for Christmas when I was about 8 or 9. At the time this kind of toy was all the craze and was receiving a lot of media attention. One of these planes ended up under the Christmas tree with my name on it and the excitement began to build. Of course being in Canada I had to wait for winter to end before flying this plane. The air pressure isn't the same in the winter and flying in the winter was not reccommended.
After months of waiting and a couple hours of watching informational VHS tapes later we were good to go. The toy of the decade would be able to fly for hundreds of metres(!) so we were told to go to a large open field to fly it. My family and I went to the large combined baseball and football field down the road from my grandparents house and we were ready to fly! Technique for throwing the plane into flight was to be like throwing a dart, not like a baseball and of course I remembered this when I sent the plane on it's maiden voyage. Now Fearless Reader the outcome is undoubtabley forseeable from your point of view but please humour me!
The plane flew straight as an arrow, a smile spread on this boy's face as it cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. The prop spun round and round and purred loudly. The spring sun glinted off the plastic fuselage and the hardened styrofoam wings bent slightly as it lifted higher into the air.
Without warning the small plane hit an updraft and skyrocketed at surprising speed. On it's own the plane pulled into an immelman straight for the ground and impacted with enough force to smash itself to pieces.
Not knowning what else to do, I laughed. I laughed and laughed and still chuckle when I think and talk about it today.
I agree with the results, I also believe it's great to both give and receive gifts, sometimes what you give and get isn't always something material. Sometimes it's a great memory or a heart-warming feeling, either way it usually makes for a pretty good story.
First of all, everyone answered that they liked to give (of course answering both means that you like to give as well). And 75% agreed that they liked to both give and receive.
In the spirit of giving and receiving I will tell a couple stories about the subjects in question. One is very recent and one is quite older.
Giving
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my relationship with the undoubtably infamous Miss McGoo. We agreed last week to give our gifts this past Friday as it is our weekly date night and I think we were both anxious too. For a long time I struggled with what to get her and just before Christmas I decided I wanted to get her a necklace. I haven't given her jewelry before and truth be known never given jewelry to any girlfriend before.
I went to the jewelry store after work and the first necklace I was showed was the one that I knew I would get for her. The salesman showed me several other pieces but known were close to the quality and brilliance of the first.
It was that necklace that went home with me and was in my jacket pocket when I picked her up for our date on Friday. I gave her the card I had written for her and while she was reading it I slipped my hand into my jacket pocket as the jacket was sitting on the back of the chair I was sitting on. When she looked up from reading her card she immediatly threw her arms around me and I hugged her back. She leaned back in her chair and looked down and I had brought the small box above the table and I opened it up to show her the necklace I had chosen.
I have not exaggerated yet in my story and I do not intend to now and when she saw the small heart of diamonds on that fine white gold chain she cried. In that moment I felt so good about myself and about her as well. It was an amazing feeling to give someone such a special and meaningful gift. Her reaction and appreciation was worth far more than every penny spent on the necklace.
Receiving
In my twenty years I have received some pretty awesome gifts; my first Xbox, some great trips and not the least of which my "man-gagement" ring given to me by Miss McGoo (she insists of course it wasn't an attempt at man-gagement but I know the truth!).
Although nothing I have received has a more amusing story than the pneumatic plane I got for Christmas when I was about 8 or 9. At the time this kind of toy was all the craze and was receiving a lot of media attention. One of these planes ended up under the Christmas tree with my name on it and the excitement began to build. Of course being in Canada I had to wait for winter to end before flying this plane. The air pressure isn't the same in the winter and flying in the winter was not reccommended.
After months of waiting and a couple hours of watching informational VHS tapes later we were good to go. The toy of the decade would be able to fly for hundreds of metres(!) so we were told to go to a large open field to fly it. My family and I went to the large combined baseball and football field down the road from my grandparents house and we were ready to fly! Technique for throwing the plane into flight was to be like throwing a dart, not like a baseball and of course I remembered this when I sent the plane on it's maiden voyage. Now Fearless Reader the outcome is undoubtabley forseeable from your point of view but please humour me!
The plane flew straight as an arrow, a smile spread on this boy's face as it cut through the air like a hot knife through butter. The prop spun round and round and purred loudly. The spring sun glinted off the plastic fuselage and the hardened styrofoam wings bent slightly as it lifted higher into the air.
Without warning the small plane hit an updraft and skyrocketed at surprising speed. On it's own the plane pulled into an immelman straight for the ground and impacted with enough force to smash itself to pieces.
Not knowning what else to do, I laughed. I laughed and laughed and still chuckle when I think and talk about it today.
I agree with the results, I also believe it's great to both give and receive gifts, sometimes what you give and get isn't always something material. Sometimes it's a great memory or a heart-warming feeling, either way it usually makes for a pretty good story.
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