Monday, November 17, 2008

*yawn*

If I don't do the work it won't get done.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Cliche

I'm not really a fan of having a blog, it make me feel like I'm following the crowd from 2005. So this will be more a sporadic, less structured, and I won't write mini-essay's for you any more.

First, my thoughts on cliche, the reason something becomes a cliche is because it's so awesome that everyone does it, or because so many people do it, that it gets stuck in peoples minds. I don't think cliche's in literature are inherently bad. Nope.

[also, it won't let me accent my e!]

Well, here's a little snipet of the book I'm writing. I figured I outa give anyone who reads my blog something, since I don't update it enough:

Chapter 1.

The Way I Are Am

The polished white hallway, which would seem almost too clean to most, was never clean enough for Jay. As one of his major tasks ‘hallway cleanliness’ was also one of his toughest. No matter how many times he scrubbed, brushed and cleaned the surfaces of his hallway some person would always get it messy again.

            Today Jay was mopping up a spaghetti spill—scraps from a meal that always seemed to create extra work for him. He didn’t particularly dislike the dish, but he processed it differently than he did other meals, his thoughts never centered on it, he preferred not to dwell on the saucy pasta mixture. Instead his attention was focused on how to most efficiently scrape it from the floor where someone had spilt it.

  “Hi Jay,” The white-coat-clad engineer smiled at Jay, Jay smiled stiffly back, they were friends. “Somebody spill spaghetti again? I know how much you hate that.”

  “I don’t hate it.” Jay didn’t sound defensive; he seemed to be stating fact rather than opinion.

  “Whatever you say.” The engineer turned away, his clean-shaven face nearly mirroring Jay’s blank expression.

Jay couldn’t stop what happened next, he noted the heavy piece of machinery in the man’s coat pocket, that same coat swishing with the sudden movement, headed straight for the sparklingly clean glass window.

  “Please…” Before he could finish his sentence the window shattered. The sound brought people running. Just people, none of Jay’s colleague’s, this was his hallway; he would have to be the one to clean it. “I’ll get it.” He declared confidently, striding towards the pile of glass, before stopping to examine the blood pooling on his floor.

  “I…might…” The engineer swallowed and looked up at Jay pleadingly. “…need a doctor.”

  “Your doctorate in physical spectromics won’t help you much there.” Jay relaxed when he heard Dr. Shepherd’s voice. Shepherd’s voice matched his looks, they screamed leadership with a touch of whispered comfort. “I’ll take care of him Jay, do your job.”

  “Yes, sir.” Was Jay’s automatic response. He sucked up the glass and tended to the blood stains, but then he looked up…and out.

  “Jay!” The call went unheeded, Dr. Shepherd’s voice seemed distant and faint now to Jay as he gazed at the world outside. It looked the same as it had when the window was in place, but Jay felt that something was different. The land now held an appeal whose origin he could not place. Jay started to walk forward in wonder.