Terry Won’t Let It Live

Terry Won't Let It Live

Creepy Tunnel

Terry Won’t Let It Live is this week’s dialogue: When three explorers deep in an ancient man-made tunnels find a creature that appears to be an infant, a three-way struggle ensues. Denise thinks it’s human and wants to take it back with them. Jacob believes it’s an animal and says that they should leave it. But Terry, he believes it’s an abomination that they must kill.

This is a pretty dark dialogue. I don’t think it constitutes horror exactly, so we’ll see if there’s any luck getting this one published or not.

monster baby found in catacombs


I’m still behind on typing up my dialogues. Alas, I’ve filled my plate up with too much to do again. Luckily most of it is writing-related. Next week doesn’t look too good for writing, however, since I’m working two extra mornings. My evening reading will have to wait while I put my writing first.
Full Plate


The wife and I are leaving for a wedding Saturday, thus why I had to make sure I had a post up about the dialogue today instead of Saturday (I usually use my downtime at work to make my post). It’ll be fun, especially since I won’t be back until Sunday night. The only worry is snow. I don’t think it’ll be an issue, though the wife had a hard time making it up a slick hill this morning. That’s good old Iowa for ya.

If you’re snowed in, may I suggest you read a little thing I wrote about the future of wedding bells here: Digispouse.com Testimonial.

 

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The Melania Dialogues

The Melania Dialogues

I really don't care, do you Melania Jacket

This week’s dialogue is actually dialogues, with an -s. That’s because this week’s dialogue is comprised of several different back and forth conversations, all of them starting with the phrase “I don’t care, do U?” Yes, a parody Melania Trump is a speaker in all of these dialogues.

I’ll be sure to type this one up soon, that way I can try and land a publisher for all you hungry, hungry bookworms out there who are just ready to take a big old bite of The Melania Dialogues. To help satiate you until then, here’s the first couple lines from dialogue 1:

—I don’t care, do U?

—I don’t know, Melania, seven jelly donuts for breakfast seems a bit much.


As I write and publish my stories, sometimes I get the feeling that some of them just go together. Outside of the dialogues, I actually have three other short story collections coming together. I don’t talk about them  very much  because they aren’t something I’m actively working on on purpose. When I write a piece of fiction, it either feels like goes with one of these future short story collections or it doesn’t.

Basically, anything odd and fantastical goes into one collection. Anything I write within a certain spectrum of tones that also takes place in SD, NE or IA gets placed in another collection. Then there’s the last collection—my newest collection idea. This one is harder to define for me. There’s pieces that definitely don’t go into it. There’s not a theme or a style that really defines it, but certain stories feel to me like they feel fine next to each other in a folder, so I’m sure they’ll feel fine being bound together in a book someday. I still have a computer folder with lots of pieces that still haven’t found a home together, but that’s okay. Someday they might get some mates written for them.


Last week wasn’t the best week for novel writing. I was super sidetracked by short fiction. I guess I just don’t want these shorter ideas to go unwritten. My wife though said something to urge me to get back on track. She said, “I love, love reading short stories . . . from authors I know already because I love their novels.” Well-said, wifey-poo. Well-said. My productive procrastination ends tomorrow!

is this my novel-in-progress

Demon Zone

Demon Zone.jpg

Three DemonsSource

This week (today, actually) I’ve written a Halloween dialogue: Demon Zone.

Mark the doors with the sigils of the moon, of the red red river, of the biting chains. Empty dawn of its fire. Let dusk sink eternally into crepuscular paralyzation—hypnagogic, terrifying.

Thus begins the shouting match of the demons. Blood, horrible sights, and terrifying beings culminate in a conversation of violence where any talk of beauty or peace is muted.
cannibalism

Yeah, I’ll be sending this piece out pronto. Though it might end up getting published as a poem. I say this because for a dialogue it’s awful unconversational. I just couldn’t imagine a bunch of demons who sit around and shoot the shit (well, actually I can imagine that; it’s just not how I was inspired to write this particular dialogue). “Demon Zone” does resemble a prose poem. It’s perhaps more prose than a dialogue like “Insults Two by Two,” but it’s certainly poem-like enough to get published as one. Which is fine. A poetic dialogue. A dialogical poem. Tomato, tomato.


I have enough dialogues (and drafts and drafts of dialogues) that next week I’m breaking out a file box for it all. I don’t need the old drafts, really, as everything is saved in digital form. But I like to keep these as backups and for posterity or whatever.

The only other file box I have like this is full of Descriptions of Heaven stuff. Lots and lots of DoH stuff. Seriously, every draft was like a whole little book. I can’t imagine what my WIP, a novel, will fill. Two? Three file boxes? Yikes! I better invest should I ever see any on sale.

File Box


Notable life news: As some of you know, for a while my best friend, Mike, lived with my wife and I. We had a huge combined library and liked to chat about books, physics, and life. Well, we still like to chat, but nowadays we do a lot of that chatting here at the hotel (where I typically do my blog posts). He lives at the hotel now where both he and I work. It’s pretty awesome. For me anyway. Mike doesn’t seem to mind it much either.

One of the reasons he moved in with us was so we could work on a video project together. The project is Mike’s baby. I wrote for it, completing two scripts. While I never expected the same level of output (I write constantly; he writes sparingly), when no scripts were forthcoming from him, the project was pretty much red lighted.

Well, after revisiting the idea and steering our thoughts in a new direction (one which he and I both feel is a better direction) we may be starting the project again. Maybe. We’ll see. I do feel confident enough to actually write about it here because Mike is working on a script. I am in a state of squee about this, since I really think this collaboration could be fun and educational for both of us.

For me, this is a yellow light. I want to see Mike actually complete something for this project before I dive back in. Luckily, I was able to repurpose one of my scripts for a creative nonfiction piece (edited and sent out to potential publishers last week). If Mike manages to stay focused on our project, then come the new year when this dialogue challenge is done, I’ll green light my script writing again.

Illegal Turn

Illegal Turn

This week’s story for my weekly writing challenge of fictional tales told totally in dialogue is Illegal Turn. The story revolves around a first date and an interloper who just doesn’t follow the rules of the road (or dating for that matter).


I managed to get in a lot of editing and short story writing this past week. Overall it was very relaxing. Yes! Writing is relaxing for me mentally. That is, I feel healthier and better for having spent more time at it than usual. The other thing I also did was send out some submissions. So maybe another acceptance letter will be on its way . . . in like six months to a year (publications run on their own particular time tables).


The weather turned wintry for a while, hopped back to summer for a day, and has parked at fall, which is where I hope it stays for a while. I like the electric feel of fall air. Too bad it’s so rainy during the Autumn these past several years. All the rain knocks the leaves to the ground, leaving few trees to admire in their autumnal regalia.

If you’re in a fall mood, may I suggest you check out Irony, published by 3:AM Magazine.

Bench of mixed messages

The River Flows in One Direction

The River Flows in One Direction

This week’s dialogue for my weekly writing challenge is The River Flows in One Direction. The story concerns an old man and a young man. The old man keeps repeating his story. The young man keeps interrupting. But will the young man walk away before the twist ending?


Okay, as much as I love these dialogues I’m itching to write some short stories with meat on the bones (i.e. with something more substantial than dialogue). Hopefully I’ll get some evenings to work on some other creative writing.


I really have no other news right now, so if you haven’t already, you can check out some of my writing here.

Icy River

Things I Thought My Mother Said

Things I Though My Mother Said

This week’s dialogue is “Things I Thought My Mother Said,” which is about the relationship a girl has to painful memories of her mother. (Gee, I’m starting to see a pattern here). This story twists the issues explored in “Tarnished Time” in a new direction. I’ll let you all know when it gets published. You can find more info on my dialogue writing challenge here.


This week in my life I:

  • did a lot housework I’d been putting off, including filing paperwork that piled up while the office was in transition.
  • finished shelves my books. Yes, my library is completely put together! With two new bookshelves that I helped my lovely put together, we now have a fantastic looking home library where the lion’s share of our books can live.
  • met a pastor who’s also an author. He was doing a street survey, which I’m sure was an evangelistic tactic. Our conversation would have continued on a little further had not a homeless man started cursing at the priest and his crew, paranoid that they were going to get him in trouble, and also crying because he didn’t know where he was going to stay (my wife and I had given the homeless guy a dollar earlier, as he need 75 cents more to afford a meal). I gave the priest my business card, so hopefully we can continue our conversation about the meaning and purpose of life over email.
    Baby Naked Breast Act Female Nudes Woman Mama

@ChefNipsNips

@ChefNipsNips

Chef Nip’s Nips is a Youtube channel devoted to cooking some dishes of culinary awesomeness. And on today’s upload, this Youtube star will teach you to make murumples!

Obviously, this is not a real Youtube channel (yet). @ChefNipsNips is a story (my latest dialogue) and one of the most humorous pieces of crap I’ve written. Total crap.


Vsauce "Or is it?"
Or is it?

Well, I suppose that’s up to my future editor, my fans, and the critics. Oh, the critics. But, seriously, who wants to cook a murumple? You can find out how just as soon as this baby lands a publisher. Until then, find links and more info about my dialogues here, Dialogues: A Collection of Creative Conversations

Alien pig roast

 

Scentless Dreams

Scentless Dreams

I’ve been waking up at 3a.m. all week long. It’s horrible because inevitably I end up falling asleep at some point for at least an hour-long nap. I’d rather not nap and just write straight through till lunch. I again woke up at 3 in the morning today, but I work my two 16-hour shifts today and tomorrow, so no napping for me. Maybe this will let me reset my circadian rhythm.

Last week was also my days at the gas station. That is not a way I want to spend my evenings. There’s nothing fulfilling for me in that line of work. If there were opportunities for meaningful personal growth there, I sure couldn’t find them. Yes, I could work my way up in management, but is that truly fulfilling? For me, not so much not at all.

I have now exactly what I want: time to write.
I’m not desiring much else. Perhaps just the elimination of the stressors of student debt. That’s my next goal, but I’m not working another job to reach it. I’ve only got one life, and I’m not wasting it slaving for money. I don’t mind making money, but I’d rather make it doing something that challenges me in a way which makes me grow as a person.


Listed as the story of this week for my weekly writing challenge is Scentless Dreams, a story concerning a talking dog who asks a group of kids to share their fish.

child and talking dog

 

 

Pocket Chicken

Pocket Chicken

When your employer accuses you of pocket chicken.

For my weekly writing challenge, I wrote a story with a little bit of humor in it. One thing I’ve often noticed is that funny stories are harder to sell to a publisher, yet it’s often the stories that make me laugh (at their absurdity, their situational irony, their word play) that stay with me after others have faded from my memory.

I do write and publish humorous pieces, like H, a story about a horny high schooler, or Everything in Its Right Place, recently published in Iowa’s Emerging Writers, a story that made my mom say, “Oh Randy, you’re so funny.” She loved it. Thought it was ridiculously hilarious. Even though it wasn’t slapstick or even David Sedaris funny, she saw the humor in the situation, in rage of the rant.

My novel-in-progress has a ton of fun parts in it. While humor is harder to sell, I know that a publisher is more likely to take my book if it makes them laugh. Truthfully, just finishing the book (not finding an agent and landing a publishing deal) is all I’m focused on. The humor is so integral to my novel that I wouldn’t sign a deal with a publisher whose editor wanted to seriously change it. And I doubt an editor who didn’t find it entertaining would pass along a book contract to my future agent .

For you writers out there, let me know in the comments if you write humor? If it you do, is it what you normally write? Do you find it harder to publish humor?

For you readers, do you like humor? Prefer humor? Would you rather read a story like The Old Man’s Rocking Chair is Moving Slower, Boy or something funny, like H?

Chicken Theif

A fox casually stealing a chicken.

 

Keep it wordy, Bookworms.

Iowa’s Emerging Writers

Iowa's Emerging Writers

My story-in-dialogue, Everything in Its Right Place, has been published in an anthology: Iowa’s Emerging Writers. This is my fifth dialogue to be showcased by a publisher, and the first one available in a print book. You can pick up a copy of Iowa’s Emerging Writers or find your own state’s showcased authors by following this link.

Thanks to anyone who buys a copy, as it helps me out just an a bit.

Take it easy, bookworms.

Iowa's Emerging Writers Anthology