Author Archives: randomyriad

The Journey of 50,000 Words Begins With 1000.

Posted on November 3, 2007 by randomyriad

I have made a page out of the first 1000 words of my novel. Written yesterday tonight I will do at least 1000 more. I really have no idea what I am doing or where this is going. It wasn’t … Continue reading →

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Where the Were-sheep Walk

Posted on November 2, 2007 by randomyriad

This is the movie we were watching last night. If you can stand over-the-top gore, it is about as funny as Shaun of the Dead. The concept of packs of vicious carnivorous sheep and everything done in very corny dialogue … Continue reading →

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The Universe is Forming in My Head

Posted on November 1, 2007 by randomyriad

My story has begun to coalesce into a muddy blur as I prepare to start my novel. There is a vague plan which I am sure will go through many changes. It will be more like trekking through the wilderness … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, Family, House and home, NaNoWriMo, novel projects, Telling Stories, thinking in words, time travel, whereever you go there you are | Tagged , , , , | 2 Comments

Dance to Your Own Drum’s Beat

Posted on October 30, 2007 by randomyriad

Today I was on the elliptical trainer moving to the magical tones of Tool, thinking that the drummer was awe inspiring in a dangerous way, moving the music forward with extreme force and a little malice. This kind of driving … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, music, NaNoWriMo, novel projects, paying attention, philosophy, Self-Experiments, thinking in words, whereever you go there you are | Tagged , , , , , | 2 Comments

Two Dancers and Two Dream Songs

Posted on October 28, 2007 by randomyriad

Two Dancers Dance The World! A Song Without a Beat I move in dreams frantically arranging pictures in their places, painting faces, timing the spaces, missing the beat of my own heart’s thump. Song from a dream I’d rather be … Continue reading →

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