God Vomit

God Vomit

“Imagine if a giant god came floating through outer space and vomited on us, hurling all this fiery debris down to Earth.”

This week’s dialogue is God Vomit, a creative conversation concerned with the possibility of a strange, godlike Boltzmann Brain. If you don’t know what it is, a Boltzmann Brain is a self-aware creature created from a random configuration of elements and atoms rather than through other means, such as evolution or genetic engineering. Basically, it’s a creature arising from chance. It’s a cool concept, and one I felt worth exploring in this dialogue.

Space God

This is dialogue #48. On my first week of the challenge I wrote an introduction, so I’ll have one to make up some week soon. The truth is, I have more dialogue ideas left than there are weeks in the month. So either I’ll scratch off an idea or two, write extra dialogues before the year is over, or just write them after the new year for inclusion in the future published collection.

Find more about my weekly dialogue writing challenge here, Dialogues: A Collection of Creative Conversations.

 

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URBAN EXPLORING: The Enchanted Kingdom

URBAN EXPLORING: Enchanted Kingdom

Enchanted CasteImage from a great article on an actual abandoned amusement park.

URBAN EXPLORING: Enchanted Castle is a dialogue about the depths of enchantment. Two urban explorers enter into an enchanted castle but find not the dilapidated magical charm they anticipated. Instead, they encounter the enchanted remains of a decaying nightmare.


These are the last weeks of the dialogue challenge. I am amazed at myself for sticking it out even in my busiest weeks. I’m even more humbled knowing that there are writers out there who manage to write a blog or article post multiple times a week. I really don’t know how you do it, but I applaud you.


For those who are wanting to read some new dialogues, stay posted and subscribe to get email notifications. My focus is on getting the last dialogues written, then I’ll start to type up whatever is still in pen and paper drafts, edit, and send my pieces out. There are some dialogues submitted here and there, so who knows, it’s possible something new will be published soon.  If there is, I’ll do a post when it’s published.

Take care, bookworms!

A Man in the Snow

A Man in the Snow

a man in the snow
photo by Lara Algre

Today I decided to scratch the dialogue I was going to post and wrote a new short and sweet one in honor of the blizzard that has me stuck at the hotel all weekend. It’s short and sweet (the story, not the blizzard). I’d say the dialogue is exploring the nature of art or some shit like that. I enjoyed the image I conjured up and enjoyed writing the piece. Hopefully a future editor of a magazine will like it enough to publish it. And if I’m really lucky, a reader or two will like it as well (yes, my mom counts as one of these two hypothetical readers).

Actually, fuck that editor and those two hypothetical fans (Sorry, Mom!). I’m posting this story on Medium for all the world to ignore. Again, it’s short, sweet, and totally first draft (I wrote it in a rush like 20 minutes ago). So ready to read it or not, hop on over to Medium to check out Man in the Snow.

A Man in the Snow

UPDATE on a fudged up update:
Somehow when I was updating the Medium series that has similar posts about the dialogues as this blog does, all but 23 cards (everything before dialogue #37 + the title card) were totally deleted with no way to get them back. According to my stats, no one reads the series anyway. Just about anyone who cares how this challenge and future book of short stories of mine reads the blog (Thanks, Mom!). It’d be a pain to hunt down every last link to the series in all my old posts and articles; instead, I’ll just leave a note on the series directing people back here and, later, directing people to a book sale link (in advance: Thanks for buying two copies, Mom!).

I will be getting rid of links to the series feature on the Dialogues page, so if you’re really interested, this is the last time I’m linking to the Medium series feature even though it’s just going to contain a link back to this website and hopefully someday a book link. Oh, and it did something really weird to the title card, and I’m just going to leave that too. As always, just zoom out if it says you need a larger screen to read it. All right, click the link to proceed:
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Cup of Love

Cup of Love

Cup of Love

 

This week’s dialogue is Cup of Love. The story is about two old friends, Lacy and Samuel, who once had a romantic connection. They’re getting together for coffee to celebrate Lacy’s engagement. Things go well until lions are brought into the mix.
Lion in a Cafe


In other news, I hope everyone in the U.S. of A. had a happy Turkey Murder Day.
I know I did. A few new dialogue ideas came to me. So I’ve got some stuff to write for the next couple weeks. It’s hard to believe that soon I’ll only have a month left in my weekly writing challenge.

The Wave

This week’s dialogue is The Wave. In this creative conversation, we find a world where a periodic wave comes crashing down on all who stay above ground. If anyone stayed above, they’d be washed away to oblivion. . . Or maybe that’s what they want you to believe. And if you don’t believe, what do you do? Do you stay out as the wave nears? Do you risk death to find a potential hidden truth?


Exciting news, my friend who’s been working on script for a video project says that he’ll be giving me a first draft to look over next week. I’m totally hashtag excited. I’m also excited to start working on some of my own scripts, but these dialogues must all be hashtag finished first.  
(PS: Is it okay to write out the word “hashtag” instead of using the symbol? Let me know your thoughts in the comments).


Other than that, I watched the pizza delivery guy steal the Do Not Disturb sign right off of a guest’s door at the hotel. As he reentered the lobby after his delivery I asked him to give me the DND sign he took. He then lied, saying it fell on the floor. Bullshit. I have cameras. But whatever. Poor, sad soul.

pizza.jpg

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.

 

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