A beginning in an ending

I’ve been trying out Spotify Premium on a free trial and I think I really like it. Last night I was browsing playlists friends have made and I already know at least one I want to post myself some time this week. I made a soundtrack for a movie that I’ve not yet written. The inspiration came to me in a dream, quite vividly, though it was months ago. I wrote down a bunch of notes so I would remember the basis of the story, and it’s going to be something I will work on in the New Year, either as a novel or a screenplay. But at least the music for it is done 😛

Have you seen the movie Sin City? My dream had that sort of Gothic, Noir quality to it, but not exactly the same art style- it was more live action that animation- and it wasn’t black & white, I usually dream in color, but the colors were weirdly muted, almost waxy. There were puddles of what I assumed were rainwater on the roof of a building that looked so black they might’ve been tar or something.

The major players in my dream, outside of myself of course, were some kind of gangsters most resembling the Japanese Yakuza. Can I get in trouble for mentioning them? Am I on a hit list now? No one in the dream but me had actual facial features, so it’s not like I was astrally ratting anyone out. Everyone was dressed impeccably in extremely tailored, dark suits, and yes, there were swords of various types, and probably guns, I’m not 100% certain. I don’t have my notes with me as I write this.

This is more to motivate myself to work on this project, having an actual beginning of the process, than to notify anyone about it, though I know at least 1-2 actual people read this blog whenever I post something, lol. I’ll post more details about where I’m heading with it and as always I welcome feedback and your opinions, dear readers. Perhaps it will end up as some sort of collaborative effort, who knows? This is only a beginning, on a day of endings. Last day of December, last day of the 4th Quarter, last day of 2013.

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Teaser Tuesdays

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following:

• Grab your current read
• Open to a random page
• Share two (2) “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page
• BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!)
• Share the title & author, too, so that other TT participants can add the book to their TBR Lists if they like your teasers!

My teaser is from This Magnificent Desolation, by Thomas O’Malley.

Duncan knows that Joshua is staring at the ceiling in this moment, just as he is. The anxiety of this time in the morning, when- despite the quiet, the stillness- the weight of the day seems to press heavily, burgeoning upon the nerves, a day when so many things can go wrong and this hour when all he has is the time and space to think of them.

 

 

WWW Wednesday 7-24-13

One of my favorite prompts, from Should Be Reading.  

To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…

• What are you currently reading?
• What did you recently finish reading?
• What do you think you’ll read next?

 

I’m currently reading Sandman Slim, by Richard Kadrey. It’s the first of a series and I love a good series. Especially when the characters are fun. If you’re a fan of Harry Dresden I think you’ll like this one too.

 

 I recently (yesterday) finished reading Revenge: Stories, by Yoko Ogawa. A collection of loosely, oddly connected short stories. Creepy, but I thoroughly enjoyed it. I’ll definitely check out more of her stuff.

 

 Next I’ll be reading Rock on: An Office Power Ballad, by Dan Kennedy. I was turned on to this one by blogger friend and fellow music lover, Nancy Davis Kho, and I actually won a copy of this book signed by the author. In my Top Favorite Things of All-Time, music and books are essentially tied for #1, so this was doubly intriguing.

 

Be sure to link back to the original WWW Wednesday post and share yours with everyone.

 

100 Word Song – Brilliant Mistake

Ralphie thought it all felt like an episode of The Chicago Code as he and Max cautiously followed the officer out the door and down the hall to the stairwell. She had her gun drawn, a grim, stoic look on her face, and moved with trained fluidity. Contrastingly, it was all Ralphie could do not to trip over his own feet.

Max followed a bit too closely, his head swiveling nervously, hissing into Ralphie’s ear. “This is such a mistake. We’ll be sitting ducks going down the stairs!”

“Are you kidding?” Ralphie whispered, breathlessly, in reply. “This is fucking brilliant!”

This is my response to this week’s 100 Word Song Challenge from Lance, Leroy, and Linda, Elvis Costello’s wonderful “Brilliant Mistake.” 

WWW Wednesday 12/19/12

WWW Wednesdays is a weekly meme held over on Should be Reading.

To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…

• What are you currently reading?
• What did you recently finish reading?
• What do you think you’ll read next?

My current read is still Wheat Belly. It’s slow going, dense with chemistry so far, but makes an extremely compelling argument for eliminating wheat gluten from your diet. I’m going to try, we’ll see how it goes.

I never finished Cloud Atlas, came up <100 pages short, but had to return it to the library. Someone else had it reserved and I felt bad about keeping it. It’s definitely worth a read and I’ll finish it before seeing the movie.

I’m SO excited about my next read: Jim Butcher’s Cold Days, the latest Dresden Files installment! If you’re into mysteries, cop stories, fantasy, wizards, or even vampires, you’ll like the Dresden Files novels.

100 Word Song – Never Going Back to Ok

“Chicago PD would like to talk to you both regarding your connection with this man,” said the officer, holding up a black and white mug-shot of a grim-looking, barrel-chested man. “Seen him before?”

Max swallowed the lump in his throat, nodding. “Less than an hour ago that man tried to kill me outside Lucky’s Deli,” he managed, his pulse quickening as he recalled the incident.

“What?” Ralphie exclaimed, spitting out his drink. “On the phone you said you had the grub and everything was fine!”

The cop shifted her feet. “I’m thinkin’ you’re never going back to okay, Mr. Sampson.”

This is my response to last week’s 100 Word Song challenge from Lance & Leroy. Be sure to click the image to head over and read all the great entries.

Stakeout

The barrel-chested man sat behind the wheel of his plain, white van, parked at the corner. He’d had a clear view of the front of Ralphie’s building and screwed up his face in a snarl watching the female police officer enter. He’d been so worked up his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest, but now he’d wait.  There was something about those guys that really didn’t make any sense. He knew Max wasn’t dead, though at the close quarters outside the deli the cops should have been picking up pieces of Max from the sidewalk along with the sandwiches. And that downpour? Where the Hell had that come from?

The engine of the plain, white van roared to life and the barrel-chested man pulled slowly away from the curb and into traffic, heading deeper into the heart of the city. There would be another time to take care of this situation. He couldn’t afford entanglement with the authorities again.

 

This was in response to last week’s prompts at Studio30Plus.com

WWW Wednesday 12/12/12

WWW Wednesdays is a weekly meme held over on Should be Reading. To play along just answer the following questions.

 

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To play along, just answer the following three (3) questions…

• What are you currently reading?
• What did you recently finish reading?
• What do you think you’ll read next?

Right now I’m trying to finish Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell. It started off slowly and I nearly put it down but now I’m thankful I kept at it. It bogged down a bit near the middle but now I’m on the home-stretch and it’s been a wonderful ride. I highly recommend it.

I’m also reading Wheat Belly, by William Davis, MD. It’s basically a condemnation of what science and agriculture has done to wheat in the name of convenience and profit. I’m barely into it, but I have to say some of the arguments for eliminating wheat gluten (in nearly everything we eat) from your diet are compelling.

The last book I read was the very funny eBook, 101 Things to do Before the Apocalypse, by Jon Hanson. You should click on the image and go buy it today, it’s only $1.99 and would make a great Christmas gift for yourself or anyone you know who enjoys a good laugh. You can also read my review of it here on my blog.

 

The next thing I’ll read will likely be The Blade Itself, by Joe Abercrombie. It was recommended by a friend (thanks, Jeffery, if you’re reading this) and is a sort of dark-humor, fantasy offering, the first of three in a trilogy. I’m a sucker for trilogies.

100 Word Song – Faded

This weeks 100 Word Song is “Faded” by Ben Harper. It inspired the following passage. Some of you may be familiar with the setting, which you can read about in Watch Where You’re Going! As always, be sure to stop by My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog for more 100 Word goodness and all of Lance’s wonderful writing.

Without further warning, several things happened at once:

Max dove painfully to his left, seeking the shelter of a derelict newspaper stand.

Passersby yelled out, “Oh my God, he’s got a gun!” and began fleeing from Lucky’s storefront.

A shotgun muzzle flared, its blast ringing out. The tall, barrel chested man firing it grimaced at the recoil.

Where Max had fallen, the bag of sandwiches exploded in a mist of salami, bread and mustard.

Rain erupted from the sky, falling instantly in sheets, dropping visibility to almost zero,

and the barrel chested man stalked away, fading into the stormy afternoon.

After the Fire

A person can only take so much emotional trauma before his foundation begins to crumble, deep inside…

After the incident with the fire the very sight of an open flame would set Kurt off on a raging tirade. “I’m not crazy!” he would scream in their faces. “You’re all going to burn! Don’t leave me alone in here!”

His rantings were often long and violent and as a result he became a regular visitor to the round, rubber room. Solitary confinement. The orderlies seemed to take pleasure in putting him in a straight-jacket and leaving him to bounce around, probably scattering whatever brain cells he had left.

On day three of his most recent stint,  Kurt had a visitor. He’d been sleeping when suddenly his cot began to shake and rise off the floor. Panicking, trying not to fall off the side, Kurt found himself six feet in the air, closer to the the high ceiling than to the floor of the room. His breath coming in short, shallow gasps, he blinked slowly as time seemed to slow down, opening  his eyes to see the most hideous figure of a man he’d ever had the misfortune to look upon standing inside the locked room. Kurt began screaming and thrashing about. His throat tightened up and he started hyperventilating.

“Stop your foolishness,” the figure rasped at Kurt in a voice like gravel in a coffee grinder. “You know why I’m here. It is time for you to go!” Spittle formed on the drawn back lips of the figure, its head barely more than a skull with dried bits of flesh stuck to it in places. Kurt had only been lucky last week, his rescue simply delaying the inevitable. He’d never have imagined dying this way.

As if reading this thoughts, the figure bellowed into Kurt’s face, “You’ll not be dead, oh no. Your agony will last an eternity!” The figure grinned and laughed, a horrid, retching noise, its face, if that’s what it could be called, contorted and livid. Kurt realized he was now standing inches in front of the monster and had to swallow hard against the vomit rising in his throat as he watched two small horns force their way through the matted hair atop the figure’s head. He tried to turn his face away. “Look at me!” the figure snarled.

As Kurt locked eyes with his tormentor his body convulsed in shock and pain. A burning he’d never felt before ripped through his chest and he nearly lost consciousness. His body flew backward across the room and slammed jarringly into the wall, jolting him back to his senses. The padding offered nothing to absorb the supernatural force of the blow. Crumpling to the floor, he felt as if every bone in his body had been broken.

“Just kill me,” Kurt choked out, tears flooding his eyes, the bitter, coppery taste of blood in his mouth. “End this, please.” The horned figure laughed again, a sick, oily sound. Kurt felt as if nails were being driven into his ears and drifted out of awareness once more.

When the orderlies woke him for the evening meal, Kurt could still feel the burns and cuts though his body showed no signs of distress. It pained him to breathe. That had been no dream.