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House Of Pain Wrestling ‘Christmas Tour’ Night One FULL Results

21 Dec

Striking your head on exposed steel is never fun. Steven Harris fears #HeavyMetalThunder, as he should, but a coward’s way is not a champion’s way. I guess Steven Harris and Heavy Metal Jack Kastor just have different aspirations. #Wrestling

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Robot Wrestlers In Space – Writing My First Novel?

2 Jun

I might be writing my first novel, but I’m not entirely sure. 

 

The word “Novel” might be five letters long, but to me it is one of the biggest words because it represents a great unknown for me. It is the summit of Everest, it is the Challenger Deep, a potential Pandora’s box of plot-holes, loose ends and unrestrained waffle. 

I am a writer of short stories. They’re easier for me because once I start to write them I soon find myself stumbling into the ending. But what if ‘Robot Wrestlers In Space’ doesn’t develop an ending? What if, once started, it sucks me into a self-replicating vortex of tangential plot generation from which I never escape, inevitably leading to a coffee-soaked demise, slumped in a chair smothered in cat hair and the crumbs of old biscuits? 

I often talk myself out of things. I think most of us do. But I have already written the first 5000 words of this for my MA degree spring semester. The next 14,000 words shall constitute my final dissertation. Will I finish the story by then, or will I be left staring into the gaping jaws of an unfinished narrative? An orphan fragment of something potentially greater?

My lecturer told me not to concern myself, and to “let the story be what it wants to be.” 

‘Are you crazy?’ I thought. It’s going to eat my life. ‘Robot Wrestlers In Space’ will tear a hole in my existence; I will wind up 94 years old, scrawling the last paragraph with what remains of my blood using an old quill pen on the thick padded walls of my own personal hell.

Or, you know, the whole process might turn out to be rather fun and rewarding. 

 

 

Dream, Play, Write!

16 May

I think Mr. Pike here has a few very good points. I hit all three of these key points as regards my writing (and a bunch of other stuff, incidentally); fear of failure? Check. Tempered Expectations? Check. Indifference towards money? Yeah, even that one. I think most of us, reading what Tim as said here can find little pieces of ourselves buried in the words. But who wants to buried? Not me, not anymore. I want to be free! Screw fear, and to hell with tempered expectations. I want to get paid for things I make up in my head, and I want it real bad. Let’s frickin’ do this!

Venturing into Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP)

11 May

 I have dipped my toes into the seething, bubbling ocean of digital publishing for the first time. 

I’m a bit lost guys and girls. 

 

My first babies to fly the nest are a couple of shorts I wrote for my masters degree at the university Nottingham – ‘Voodou and the Machine’ and ‘Lab Rats.’ I uploaded them both onto Amazon Kindle as a combined package for the minimum price I was allowed to – $2.99 (£1.80 GBP). I shared my venture on the ol’ Bookface, and one kindly soul agreed to bite and check it out. That’s £1.30 of royalties in the back for Jack. Strange how much that one sale means, you know, that someone actually shelled out some hard-earned cash for some stuff I made up in my head. Feels good, I tell ya. 

At the time of writing – stardate, the 11th May – it’s the only sale i have. That’s because I’ve only done half the work. Writing fiction and getting onto KDP is the first step, but then you’ve market the darn thing. This is where I find myself just treading water. In my professional life I’ve flogged a ton ‘o junk for other folks, but never something of my own creation. 

The ocean stretches far and wide, and all I have this rubber dinghy and a Fischer-Price telescope with which to navigate its choppy waters. It time to learn to ride the waves. 

If there is anybody out there, this is my S.O.S. Let’s ride those waves together. 

 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JDL4B8Y is the golden link. If you like Scifi, Steampunk and the like, with dark tendencies then I’d really appreciate you checking out the free preview to Voudou and the Machine. It’s an attempt at a strong female protagonist from the 1st person, something I don’t feel I’ve seen enough of in the genre. 

 

Have a nice day, WordPressers and let me hear your thoughts! 

 

 

 

 

 

19 Sep

Anybody who has ever struggled with the bitch-demon, Inertia, knows the deal here.

LA Screenwriter

Dave Trottier of Script Magazine has written a clever article offering up the three best ways to fail as a writer. He explains:

If you’re going to fail as a writer, then you might as well get it over with now.  Then you can focus on your day job and watch television all night.  The following 3 keys are guaranteed to unlock the door to instant failure and free you to flop like a floundering fish on the floor.

1. Just say no

Why didn’t you think of this before?  Stop writing.  It’s as simple as that.  Wait for huge blocks of time to open up, and refuse to write until they do.  Now that’s commitment!  Don’t touch that keyboard until your Muse flies down from Mount Parnassus to reveal the 101 master plots.  Failure comes to those who wait.

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Jerry Lawler. Has heart-attack. Goes to hospital. Gets given steak. And ANTI-MEDICINE.

14 Sep
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So, that modern medicine stuff, eh?

If you don’t watch WWE, or maintain an interest in professional wrestling, you may not know who the happy-looking dude in the picture above is. This is Jerry ‘The King’ Lawler, a WWE Hall-of-Famer who at 62 years of age has been in the business for over four decades.

So who cares? Well, after competing in a match on a recent live taping of the WWE’s flagship TV show ‘Monday Night Raw,’ in Montreal, Canada, ‘The King’ suffered a potentially fatal heart attack. This occured while in the middle of performing commentary duty before the eyes of a packed sports arena. Jerry was immediately given CPR by backstage medical staff.

Then what? Turns out, while in hospital the medicine of choice for recent heart attack victims is a frickin’ steak dinner. Doesn’t seem sensible to me, but hell, I’m no doctor. And then again, you can clearly see the Diet Coke in the photograph above. So that’s okay, isn’t it? Diet soda is a pretty healthy beverage option, right?

Wrong.

The question I have is this. Exactly who did Jerry Lawler piss off? What do you think? Is this an example of conspicuous negligence by healthcare professionals, or is this all being blown out of proportion?