Friday, December 24, 2010

Book Update (Modsoldiers)

  • Recently I've been working really had on Modsoldiers, the oldest and furthest along of the novels I'm writing. I finished a very rough draft and began parsing through it line by line scene by scene chapter by chapter rewriting, clarifying, and generally improving it. I think I made the revised sections easier to understand, more entertaining, and much better integrated onto the story as a whole. There were two or three sections I ended up leaving to come back to later because I just couldn't seem to get them right; this was a great idea because then I was able to make progress instead of letting those few sections take up all of my energy. Finally, aside from the afore mentioned ass pain sections I have reached the end of the novel. I quickly decided that rather than reworking the conclusion scenes I had I should essentially rewrite then end, I want the book to end on an exciting awesome high note rather than the fairly mediocre final battle and resolution I had.
  • Deciding to redo the end has been plaguing me for days no though as I knew kind of what I wanted it to be but couldn't seem to crank it out; but tonight I think I finally have it, I havent finished writing it but I have an outline of how things go down and it seems like exactly what I wanted without any of the awkwardness I hadn't even realized the other ending had.
  • Once I've cranked out this end chapter I'll go back to the skipped or skimmed over sections and have to make some kind of judgement about them I fear I may end up cutting two of these segments out completely even though I really wanted to include them because I think they may be causing troubles because they end up being unnescesary and more trouble than they're worth. An old english teacher once told me if I cant make something fit it might be because it is unnescesary. Always edit out anything unnescesary.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Fuck Warm Guns

Happiness is a good book

Thursday, December 2, 2010

New Profile: Proof of How Ambitious I Suddenly Am


  •  Ever since I got distracted a third of the way through writing out and arranging my profile page on hubpages I've always wished it wasn't so shitty, maybe even profesionalish.
  • Since I've finally decided that I can make a good amount of money writing these articles if I treat it like a job and consistently keep posting good new articles that are set up to actually earn some money I've started on a brand new profile-y deal desighned to entice those who see it into reading my articles as well as maybe convincing people who were interested about who wrote my articles that I'm awesome and they should read even more of my stuff.
  • Also I hear its a good idea to present yourself as a profesional as my hubs will likely be something I would point to as evidence of my valuable awesome win skills when I try and further my web writing carreeer or even regular writing.
  • I fear however that so far my urge to entertain has gotten a bit out of hand and knocked it out of the proffesional-ish seeming range.
  • This is like the first half
  • Brackets indicate what will be a hyperlink to one of my hub articles.
 A freelance writer, novelist, and stand-up comedian Falsor tries to eak  out a living until he gets his novels published and becomes a  multi-billionaire by publishing articles here for your perusal. Writing  mostly about stories, things he finds entertaining, and the art of  writing itself his articles are varied in style, format, and subject  matter. His goal (aside from ensuring he stays fed and housed) is to  create things that readers find interesting; usually by presenting  entertaining and (occasionally) educational groups of carefully chosen  words arranged in an effective manner. Falsor also tires of referring to  himself in the third person after about a paragraph or so.

Since my university's english department lacked a creative writing track I settled for studying english literature and literary criticism. I found that even when the subject material was boring to me I quite enjoyed the process of analysing a work and then organizing my thoughts about it as clearly, concisely, and convinsingly as possible into academic essays such as [innisfree and haircut].
In addition to being an aspiring novelist I am a stand up comedian as well (possibly the only carreer path even more financially unsound than being a genera fiction writer; I'm a real winner) and I've posted [right field] and other stand up routines adapted for the less intimate format of an internet article as well as a number of other less formal peices I thought you might enjoy such as my [new lexicon for trash talking people] and a [list of some of my insomnia inspired epiphanies] 
 History, especially military history, has always been fascinating to me  and I've writen a number of articles attempting to impress not just the  dry explanation of who, what, and why things took place, but with an  appreciation of what those events and people would have been like if you  were there. Dunkard's Church was not just a strategic point in the  middle of the battle of Antietem it was one of the most unholy  shitstorms any american has ever found himself in and it lasted all day  long. People who are bored by certain parts of history often don't  really understand the implications of facts they hear unless they know  how those facts came to be. For example the [casualty rates of soldiers  in the civil war dwarf those of any other american conflict]; on its own  this information is trivia to most people until they understand just how  unprepared the union and confederate militaries were for the previously  unimaginable potentcy of the weapons they were now capable of building.  They were essentially men who were used to fighting with pistols that  were suddenly given grenade launchers instead, but kept trying to duel  ten paces from eachother in the middle of the street.


My Quote For Other Inept Jobhunters

I had always heard prostitution was the oldest profession I just never realized it was the only profession.

The Problem of The Potential Employer Who Knows How to Interwebs

  • As I stated previously I decided to set this blog aside as a place where I could just throw up whatever crap I feel like without regard for how bad it might look to most or all others. I have liked having it, even though no one really reads it posting my thoughts where anyone and everyone could see and read them helps me commit to them more in my own mind. Also it gives me somewhere to give into my lazyness/immature vulgarity/and impatience with grammer so I can pursue the rest of my undertakings with less fear of these things surfacing where it matters. Also its been great as a freewriting/journaling exercise.
  • Unfortunatly as my hunt for an IRL job has continued fruitlessly for months I've boned up on all the ridiculous stupid shit one needs to do to make it seem as though they are the second coming of christ risen again specifically for the purpose of being the greatest employee the prospective employer could have ever fathomed. I've even managed to mostly get over my distaste for the hoop jumping, I'll play the game because goddamnit I have to I need a job and if thats how to get one I'll do it to the best of my abilities.
  • I mention this in relation to my unencumbered blog here because I know know a potential employer is likely to E-stalk me to try and asses me based on my facebook page/twitter/other websites and whatnot. This unfortunatly means that I really should go over every inch of my online presence and sanitize and polish it in the same way I have to portray myself in the real world around potential employers so it says nothing about me except that I'd be a great employee for them.
  • This makes me sad, a prospective employer might very well decide that someone who posts on the internet about how he guages fart odor is not the mature kind of individual they would like to hire. I don't want to have to play the good missionary boy in every aspect of my life especially here on the internet. That would be so boring I tire of the whitewash routine.