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  by Meta Tam When Hi Non 1 year ago

  Writing on the wall. Writing on the wall. All I'm doing is writing on the wall. Today I can't think of anything worthy to write as a short blog entry so I'm leaving this brief message here right now. Right here. Because I'm such a great...good...decent....above average.....morally ambiguiose kind of person in this world of ours slowly turning into a hot stew of annoyance where everyone makes mepty claims of using their nukes to nuke someone else.
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  by Meta Tam When Hi Non 1 year ago

  Sorry if I keep using this wall for posting comments, but I can't be asked to actually write a blog everyday on a subject....I mean this is sort of more entertaining......how is it entertaining? I don't know, so give me a break I'm stressed out because of everything and all I know is that I'm writing constantly because I love writing.
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  by Meta Tam When Hi Non 1 year ago

  Writing something for me is like chasing someone down on the beach. A race is suggested (The book idea), the brother agrees to it (Idea is formed within a few minutes), the brother runs off ahead (The idea is currently out of my reach to write), I run with the advantage of speed being present (a week to have false starts along the way) and finally overtake my brother with my speed increasing (Once I get into the grove I'm off).
  Sorry about the beach race analogy (Don't know if that's how you spell "analogy"....sorry).
  Snow Stalkers. Fifty stand between and the most common monster we have. Takes ten to kill one. One can kill thousands without a thought. One has a twisted form to play around with the animals that try to keep going.
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  by Meta Tam When Hi Non 1 year ago

  Prologue written for "Snow Stalkers" Might change the title to something like "The Snow Stalkers" or I'll keep it the way it is.
  Basically I'm writting something that gives false impressions with the first chapter but then hits you about with a twist from nowhere on what fifty Stalkers of the snow do.
  Roaming a snow covered city with three hundred thousand people in a form of hibernation and only fifty are awake to keep going.
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  by Meta Tam When Hi Non 1 year ago

  Snow Stalkers....just thought of those two words and then I had this whole brainstorm for a whole book in less then thirty seconds. I mean seriously! I just thought and then went over a thought of something from a month ago....I basically combined the old and new to get something that in a way I had already thought of.
  If I'm boring you with this I'm sorry, but my mind goes through these weird moments where I could be thinking for a day what to write and then *BANG* one thought and a whole idea is waiting to be picked up.
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  by Meta Tam When Hi Non 1 year ago

  To many distractions in life, I mean like it's down to how much there is in the world at the moment. Add that to my short attention (Not short, just inconsistent daily) and I've pretty much go on to thinking and letting my mind wonder in time to music.
  Weird how I write. A piece of music to get the mood of how the chapter should be and then I write how I image it in my mind. Werid process to write with, but it using music to thinking scenarios.
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  by Meta Tam When Hi Non 1 year ago

  I keep on track with writing with this: I just write without a break, waiting in the moments where it feels empty but then breaking through to write more. I love writing and weirdly when I think back to when I was younger. This is completely against who I was.....nice to know I'm writing to tell tales and one day hopefully become a published writer.....hope and chance play with each other.
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  by Vin 1 year ago

  That speech by Rutger Haur's character is beautiful - I have seen starships on fire at the Tanhauser Gate, etc. It captures that frustration of seeing and experiencing incredible things and then the memories die with you. Writing is an attempt to beat that I guess.
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  by Meta Tam When Hi Non 1 year ago

  I watched Blade Runner....I watched the scene where it's raining near the end...I watched subtle beauty of contrasting characters. A dying machine of war who lets someone into his soul of his life that he knows is his own. A life never to be experienced again and to only be lost. Expressing sadness on it to someone who for the most of the film has been hunting him down to kill (Or retirer). Everything from the acting, the script and soundtracked made it unforgettable.
  Nothing is better then to die knowing you're dying.
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  by Meta Tam When Hi Non 1 year ago

  Weird nearly a day since I posted something on Triond and their still checking it for any problems.....a little annoying considering they wanted it revised of profanity, but that was annoying since I needed it to get my point across.
  This is going to be one of my final posts for the next two weeks with heading to Frances tomorrow.....huh! I've been more to that place more then I can care about thinking and yet we're going again....but I'm not one to waste a good chance to write uninteruppted from already forming a idea from one little thought of amusement.