MINE-part 1

First off, let me just say, I don’t know if I believe in ghosts.  Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t.  I love science, and it doesn’t really seem possible, but I like to believe that there are things that happen in this world, that we just can’t seem to explain.

With that out of the way, I want to write about some seriously fucked up shit that’s been going on.

Some backstory, there is this ‘ghost’ that follows my two best friends, and I around.  I say ghost, but in all reality it could be more than one, or just us tagging that word onto things we can’t really explain.  This ghost, largely lived in my parent’s house, jumping from person to person every so often.  We never cared, because it never really did anything mean spirited to us. Continue reading

Advertisements

Connecting Stories Across Time

Cloud-Atlas1

Some make the connections better than others.

Can’t write too long on here today, I have to write some more of my novel, and it’s my friend’s birthday, but I figured I could put down a little something.

My Novel, AerinWorld(working title), juggles four perspectives, each happening in a different time period, in different civilizations, e.g. Darium lives 100 years before Galath, in the swamps of Parút, hundreds of miles away from Galath’s small village.

The problem, then, is to make readers read it as one novel, not an anthology of short stories.  This gave me the most headaches in outlining, because it all felt a bit disconnected.  If I notice it’s disconnected, my readers surely will, so I went to the drawing board, and edited each character’s life, so it better fit with the others. Continue reading

The First Draft of The Darium Arc!

This is the first draft of the first chapter of one of my character’s in my novel.  It is extremely rough, and everything written here is subject to change.  If you have any questions, feel free to leave a comment or something, and I will reply.  All of the following is copyrighted by Alexander Howard-Fuller, and you are required to receive my permission before posting it somewhere else.  Let me know what you think!

Darium Arc

017 U.D.

Darium pulled his bowstring to his cheek, sighting the small bird perched in its nest, fifteen yards away.  An easy kill, but Darium enjoyed creating challenges for easy prey such as this.  His goal for this one was to get it right in the eye, but only with enough force to barely pierce the brain.  He didn’t want to turn the most delicious part of game to mush.

He breathed through his nose, which was situated above his eyes.  He closed his nostrils, and let small breaths escape through his mouth.  Counter-intuitive, he knew, but years of hunting had showed him that what the elders taught didn’t work for all.   Continue reading

Eulogy to My Grandmother

My paternal grandmother passed away a few months ago, and during her funeral, the preacher asked for anyone who wanted to say a few words, to come up, and speak.  I wanted to, but I’m not a public speaker, and I have anxiety just thinking about it.  I let it pass, but I built the speech in my head, what I would’ve said.  I’m not a speaker, but I am a writer, and hopefully, I can give her something she would’ve liked to read.

grandma

I didn’t really know my grandmother.  I mean, I knew who she was, and what she looked like, but pretty much everything I know about her is from hearsay.  I’ve probably seen her around twelve times that I can remember– if even that.  So, there’s a lot I don’t know; for instance, I had no idea she liked to thrift, and window shop.  So, maybe it isn’t right for me to talk about her life, when I didn’t know it.  But, it doesn’t take much time, to get a hold on a person’s spirit.  One as big as my grandmother’s is hard to miss.

I didn’t realize my Aunt Cheryl, and my Grandmother Gayla were sisters for the longest time.  How could two people be more different?  My (Great) Aunt is conservative, and very ‘old-school’, while my Grandma was very much a free spirit, accepting people’s differing lifestyles, and embracing the change that swept this country during her young-adulthood.  Both, though, have equally big hearts, and I guess that’s where you can see their relation to each other. Continue reading

The Decline and Fall of American Culture.

America, the avant-garde upstart country, the heart of the world.  In technology, education, politics, and war we dominated.  By the 1800’s we had become an industrial power house; not so long ago, everything said, ‘made in USA’; not China.  After WWII we had cemented ourselves as a super-power, and our culture had many in the world envious.

No longer, it seems, does the word America bring up these flashes of thoughts. Instead people the world over think, “Police of the world (when was the last time you truly liked a cop? Never?), crappy reality tv, megan fox/britney spears, etc.”  America has unfortunately degraded into a status of ignorance, and the juxtaposition of our ideals seems to tear away at the fabric of society. Continue reading