You didn't earn it

The other day, I saw an interview where Al Gore was asked about people that disagree with his stance on man made climate change.  He answered by comparing people that disagree to racist, and painted a comparison to the civil rights movement of the 60s.  He encouraged people to politely tell those who disagree that they will not listen just like they did with racist.  This blog to be continued in later blogs

What im writing

I haven't posted one of these in awhile, so here it goes. The first thing is my suspense thriller.  I'm almost finished with part two.  Okay I got aways to go suspense is very hard to pace that along with the rest of the things I need in the story are making this one a slow process.  The second story is my dragon story.  Trying to write a scene which developes the relationship between the romantic leads just a Tad. The third story is a short story that clashes Christmas and Halloween.  Well that's all for this week.  

SO I am sitting here thinking

I have a rare Friday off, and I am sitting here thinking.  Why is the world helpin Lybia and ignoring Siereia. I don't even know if I spelled that right, and I don't care.  I am wondering if there has been two worse presidents right in a row than Bush jr and Obama in American history.  I bet if you looked at the numbers they would be at the bottom.  I know the president doesn't control everything but both of them had a lot of time getting basically whatever they wanted and for both things just got worse.  Sigh, I don't know.  I wrote some flash fiction today.  Here it is.

Tom watched the man take another step backwards right with the flow of the line.  The man was facing the wrong way looking at Tom, who stood behind him in line, but he moved easily with the crowd.  This strange fellow had put his clothes on backwards, so Tom called him Backward Guy.  It wasn't the most creative nickname, but Backward Guy had Tom feeling quite awkward.  He stared straight at Tom, well more like through him.

Tom looked left and right, to the sky, and at every pretty girl that walked by, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not escape Backward Guy's unblinking gaze or his wide toothless smile. 

Backward Guy and Tom soon progressed their way to the front of the line and their turn on the roller coaster. Tom took his seat, and Backward Guy sat right next to him, backwards.  This reversed the roles of the two men. Tom stared at Backwards Guy, who was sitting bent at his back and kneecap.  This seized Tom's attention so much that he continued to gawk through the ride. 

When the coaster's cars came to a stop, Backward Guy exited the ride, and Tom followed. 

The two made their way through a crowd.  Tom watched Backward Guy navigate his way through a sea of people to one of the amusement park's many bathrooms.  Though he knew it was creepy, Tom couldn't help himself, and he pursued after the Backward Guy into the washroom.  Afraid of being noticed, Tom kept his distance and just caught sight of the stall Backward Guy entered, but as luck would have it, he was able to occupy the next one to it.

Tom sat on the toilet and debated what he should do next.  The thought was disgusting, but he had to know which way the Backward Guy was sitting while doing his business.  Tom stood on the seat and stretched towards the next stall.

"Hello dear."

Tom quickly crouched down.  Backward Guy was talking to someone. 

"My trip was fine, love."

Tom rose again.  He realized Backward Guy was on the phone. 

"Yes, I remembered.  I told you I would."

Tom peered over the stall wall to see the way Backward Guy sat, but he was standing with no visible phone, head set, or ear piece. 

"I'm having a great time, but I did do one pretty embarrassing thing though."

As Backward Guy continued to talk, he grabbed a piece of skin on the middle of his forehead and pulled down.  The skin split and crumpled to both sides like a pile of clothes, and a little silver alien, who had on a head set and two antennas, stepped out from the skin. Tom just stared unable to speak or move.

"I put my human suit on backwards," the alien said. 

He spun the pile of skin around, stepped in the middle of it, and zipped it back up.

"No, I don't think anyone noticed."

The Backward Guy walked out of the bathroom, forward with Tim staring his mouth agape. 

I hope you enjoyed that.  :)  I am feeling like eating Mexican tonight. (food not people)  Okay that is all

two posts in one day

Yeah, I know. Please don't celebrate too much.  I recently got the first almost finished page back from a person who is drawing a graphic short story I wrote. It wasn't bad, but I did have to strongly suggest he redraw something.  Sometimes I wish I was a bit more assertive or extremely rich. 

Historical fiction

I have been thinking really hard about starting a historical fiction novel lately. I want to write a story that follows a family that lives through the dust bowl, but I am a little nervous that I will not be able to do the era justice.  I want to make sure my characters talk and act like people of the era and region did.  I want to make sure my own thoughts and feelings don't get in they way.  I know it is possible. I guess I just have to start.  This would be so much easier if somebody would let me borrow their time machine. 

Weathercraft

I just looked at a wordless graphic novel called Weathercraft, and I must say it is pretty brilliant.  It takes place in a graphic novel and follows the adventures of a few creature things.  My only complaint would be sometimes the story seemed to get repetitive. 

shutup

I wonder if we can just shut up about how horrible things are for one day.  We all get it jobs are hard to get and the stock market is going down.  I am sure the people without a job already know they don't have a job.