Others Anonymous — 2/17

Inspired by an overheard conversation wherein two jagaloons discussed the sexual prowess and examples of friends, despite likely never having any sort of sexual relations themselves. This is their story.

Full Disclosure: I gave myself a timer of one hour, starting at 9:35pm. I did a terrible job at not distracting myself through my writing as I threatened several twitter friends whilst writing. However, I attempted to write in a Cormac McCarthy-esque voice without commas and not worrying about sentence splices and allowing for tremendous run-on sentences to occur which turned out somewhat beautifully in my opinion. Raw and unedited follows without the benefit of the backspace, aside from silly spelling mistakes. No words written fully were ever removed.

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Recipe of One — 2/16

I am backdating this post for good reason. My writing done on 2/16 was in the form of recipes. While I’m using this writing thing to ultimately publish books and get money and get money to get women and get women to get crazy and get crazy to get out of the house and get out of the house to have peice of mind, what I’m really doing is trying desperately to establish a legacy.

And so, within a Moleskine notebook I purchased years ago with the idea of using as a beer journal before Moleskine came out with said Beer Journal Moleskine notebooks (and subsequently purchased 3) I’m also writing recipes. The idea is that my children then, in turn add pages, purchase their own Moleskine and pass mine down to my grandchildren who will likely be old enough to have a fond memory of their grandpa and fondness for the man he was. I’m hoping they then pass that on to their children who remember their grandma and grandpas.

And so on.

The recipe today was Chili, of which I am quite fond of browning beef, chile peppers, and absolutely adding zero tomatoes and zero beans. This does not mean I don’t enjoy beans nor tomatoes; I assuredly do. However, in my Chili, of which I am possessive, of which I speak of with a capital C for importance and reverence, neither bean nor tomato have a place within the bowl or vessel. No, this Chili with a capital C is enjoyed best with a cool beer as it takes half the liquid from beer. It takes seasoning from ample chile powder, lower case this time as it is not as important as the Chili itself, Chili as a whole.

And there is, of course, my secret ingredient, the one that keeps them coming back for more. An unassuming and yet deliciously paired with chile since the beginning of time — chocolate.

Those fortunate enough to taste will sing the praises. Those who research well have been given ample ability from the above paragraphs to piece the recipe together, or at the very least a reasonable facsimile of.

Roll 2d10+2 — 2/14

Today’s writing comes in the form of one of my other hobbies, roleplaying games. I’d been spending time writing a somewhat ridiculous gaming campaign about a couple of show-offy, low level adventurers that have one too many and challenge a bunch of old dudes to a drinking contest. Except, turns out the old dudes are a bunch of wizened wizards who don’t take kindly to being drank under the table, so the adventurers get banished to the bottom floor of the dungeon.

This is the first adventure. If you’ve never read an adventure before, the titles are the individual rooms, or the sequential activities. My adventures are as much ad-lib and feel off my players more so than completely scripted and regimented experiences.

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Plotting 2/13


Today, we’re plotting the introduction, exposition and rising action to a story about rich people with nothing better to do than hunt other men and women. The map to the left is a small sketch of the hunt grounds. To the right, a few very basic ideas. Later, I plan the main Hunter, and one of the Prey.

Writing Rig – Home Base.


The home workstation. I may have made the mistake of buying GTAV yesterday, which you see downloading on the TV in the background. In the foreground, two laptops, one a Dell Inspiron past its useful days, the other an Acer Aspire One netbook, repurposed to a Linux machine that provides cramped yet distraction free writing. Connected to the oval-shaped, champagne colored box is my Samsung Galaxy S4, part of both my mobile and home writing rigs.

And of course, beer.