Showing posts with label questions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label questions. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

TAG, I'M IT!

SO, the lovely and talented Ella Dominguez just hit a nigga up~!  Since I've never really DONE a blog hop, I guess I'll take a stab at it now~?

SO, without further adieu:

1. What are you working on right now?
The Generalist - Taboo 4: Angle of the Angels.  This one's kinda "that one" for me - my very first write-up of the boys was the Battle at Brownstone segment, posted here waaaay back when.  Since then I've written four novellas, five really...and three short stories completed.  Now it's just a matter of editing them, getting the covers done, and getting a computer that can keep up with my hyper typing speed.

Pretty soon my entire crew is going to hate my guts, but on the plus side I'll be able to blog legitimately again all across the board.

Won't that be fun~?

2. How does it differ from other works in its genre?
It doesn't.  No, it really doesn't.

I'm not saying I'm formulaic, but you can pretty much guarantee that I'm going to write up some awesome scenes of over-the-top violence, vulgar displays of power, and people being badassed. There's always the chance that any of the main characters can die simply due to the high level of attacks and violence that's being committed - it's just the kind of stuff I write.

Killer 13 is a bit more straightforward in it's over-the-top, brutal violence but there's also a beautiful kind of...grace to it too.

 3. Why do you write what you do?
Why do I breathe?

Why are you asking me that question?

What are you, some kind of CIA spy?  You a government spy?

D:<

4. How does your writing process work?
I read recently that writers can be classified as engineers (drafting it out carefully and following the lines) or gardeners (loving attention, watering, feeding, gettin' dirty but lettin' it grow on it's own).

I'm honestly somewhere in between - I utilize skeletal structures and chapter overviews, then just go wild from there.  It's like I start drafting out this carefully-plotted thing...then just start drawing all over the whole damn thing when it's time to start writing.

I then go back to architect mode and make sure everything is good to go, sometimes ignoring details or whateverhaveyou from the initial designs or re-writing/writing in scenes to fill in plot holes and ensure that the flow of the storyline is up to my standard.

If it's all good, then I send it off to my editor (Adele Symonds - http://adelesproofreading.wordpress.com/) and bothering my cover artist Jade to gettin' stuff goin'. :D  She's usually already got shots done far before then, but it's all part of the process, y'know?

Anyway, I tag NO ONE because I'm at work and have to get this done. :3

Sincerely,

~That Bastard, writing as Thomas Duder

Thursday, March 1, 2012

A Boot Shaped Poem Again



It's always the same thing, isn't it?
The dull grey that occurs afterwards
The hangover from emotional letdown
Always the same thing, time and again

Like a boot pressing down on your trachea
It'll fill you with wonder and light, only to hurt
To break, to rip and tear your very soul out, yet
We are constantly attempting to feel it again, unable
To differentiate between the true feeling or a facsimile
But rather, it's something that we seek, all of us, whether
Or not it's something that we actually need. In fact, some
of us are better off without it. So is it our biological endeavors
That pushes us to consistently try and try again? Are those who
Burn out and fail, never to try again, better off than we hopeless ones?
We romantics, sensitives, blind to the pain that even now haunts our weary
Hearts ?                                                Then let it be, and let it hurt, and simply
Do    as                                                  we can to let it hurt, to revel in that pain
and see                                                      to the pain never lessens or dulls, but
rather,                                                           that it hurts simply to remind us that
we are                                                           alive, a thing that we take for granted.