Thursday, August 14, 2008


I'm watching men's beach volleyball right now. Gibb/Rosenthal from the USA against Asahi/Shiratori from Japan.

All I can say is…so many beautiful, talented men in one place. Be still my beating heart.

Friday, August 1, 2008

On Writing

I found this entry that I wrote on one of my now defunct blogs over 4 years ago and decided to repost it here.

A Box Full of Memories

I found myself walking down memory lane yesterday thanks to a big Rubbermaid container filled with notebooks of things I'd written in the past. About 21 years ago, I started writing stories that coincided with the role-playing game I was running each weekend. I guess I thought that I'd sit down one day and turn it all into another Dragonlance series. (Weiss and Hickman) Below is a brief example of something I wrote up at that time. It's a rough draft and the writing is quite laughable. I hope I've improved with age. :)


"Are you intending to sleep the entire day away while I STARVE?!!?!!" came a high pitched, glass shattering voice.

The six adventurers jumped from their beds, weapons readied in their hands. They paused upon seeing the foot and a half long faerie dragon sitting on top of a small table in the corner of the room.

"Why you horrid, little beast," Aslova shouted as she stared at the creature threateningly. "I should run my dagger through your tiny gut then use your bones for dragon soup!"

Suddenly, the small dragon vanished from sight.

"Get back here you..."

"Calm yourself, Aslova," Erlic said, cutting off her words. He tried to stop a grin from spreading across his mouth. The rest of the companions sat back down on their beds, composing themselves after such a rude awakening.

"You know how Darliska gets when she's hungry," Erlic continued. "I'm sure she's sorry for frightening us like that." His eyes panned the room. "AREN'T you, Darliska?"

"Yes," came the screeching answer from the opposite end of the room, "but I'm still HUNGRY!"

Aslova turned and threw her dagger in the direction of the voice. The weapon stuck into the wall near the door. "Show yourself you miserable piece of cow's dung!"

Erlic placed a restraining hand on the arm of the beautiful thief. "You've succeeded in getting Aslova upset, Darliska. But if you apologize for your behavior and promise to be good for a few minutes, I'll give you the nice, juicy apple that's in my backpack."

The faerie dragon materialized on top of Erlic's pack. "Okay, I apologize. But, I don't think you should let that crazy woman get away with calling me names and threatening to use me for soup. She probably can't cook anyway!"

Erlic had to use all his strength to keep Aslova from attacking the little dragon.

"Let go of me," she screamed. "I promise I won't kill it. I just want to hurt it a little."

"I've got a better idea," Erlic said as he led the woman to the door. "Why don't you go downstairs and order us all some breakfast? You look as though you could use a nice cup of tea. I'll take care of Darliska then we'll come down to join you."

"Fine!" the female thief snapped. "I think I've had just about enough of you and your terrible, little pet." With that she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

"A few minutes are up," screeched the dragon. "Now, where's my apple?"

The remaining companions looked toward the creature and shook their heads. Lana was suddenly struck by the absurdity of the situation and began to giggle. Everyone else soon joined in, the room exploding with laughter.

The end

One of these days I need to sit down and start writing again. But it's going to be difficult to get back into the swing of things since I recently ended a 9 year stint of collaborating with other amateur fantasy writers, creating wonderful stories on a play by post forum. Hmm, maybe I should start by going through all my old writings and seeing if anything is worth revamping. Ahh, yet another project to tackle during those long, cold winter months when I'm cooped up inside.