Random Craziness and Other Rubbish

[randi1978]

The Happy Landfill 

 Hard to believe that it's only been seven months since I've started writing again.  Eight stories....seven hundred pages total.  Whoa.  I made little "soundtracks" to several of the stories.  My newest accomplishment was making an actual CD cover to my most recent one using the cover art of the last story I wrote.  Now check that out, baby!  Jack of all trades, man!  Writer, editor, printer, musical collaborator and artist all in this one little warped ass package.

 So here I am now, stuck in the middle.  Uncertain and undirected, it seems.  Hmmm.... Feels a little lost, actually.  Hold on....need another drink of beer.......

 That's better.....Where was I?  Oh, yeah, brand new stories, brand new ideas!  I'm a machine, baby!  I mean, I could spend my time just Tweetin' my nuts off or something, but stories are my thing.  Fan-fictions are my weakness.  I've been writing them since before I even knew what they were, for crying out loud!  Sugary Beezlebub, they're fun as hell!  Of course, it should only be a matter of time before I write something original.  Bound to happen at some point.  But for now, I will continue with my fan fictions (well, when and if another idea presents itself). 

The short story collection was a bit of fun, actually.  Little tidbits of events surrounding the characters of my two big accomplishments (The Assistant and Meant For Me, both over 100 pgs in length and NOT horror stories!).  Various ideas that never made it into the main stories, and just some random shiznel I thought would be funny to put in. 

 

Feel Good Inc.

I'm sure something new will come about in the days to follow.  Sooner or later, I will come up with something that will knock their socks off.  Unleash my poison into the mainstream.  A gret leathery winged jabberwokky of a book!  Makes me wonder what would happen if I can accomplish this.  What if someone found my fan fictions?  Holy hell, most people think I'm weird enough as it is!  Not that I really care anymore.  Shit, I'm 32.  I'm done caring about what everyone thinks.  Yeah, I'm weird.  One could even say just a little unbalanced.....and you're point is??????  The real world is a hum-drum-ass place.  People like me help keep things in balance.  I’m the living definition of the "real" world, baby!  I see people walking around like regurgitated copies of themselves everyday, acting the way they think they should, trying to say the right thing.  Fuck that!  I might be an odd-ball but at least I’m not shit-dull-boring.

 What would you sooner have?  Some overstuffed wanna-be suit whose life is so wrapped up in work related rubbish, they can't even pull the stick out of their ass long enough to hold a decent coversation about the bloody weather.......or someone like me, who dances that fine line between her world and this world.  It's never boring on Planet Randi, kiddies.  Come to the dark side.  We have cookies!

 

 Somewhere I Belong

I've always been a little....err......"odd".  Can't say I've met anyone like myself.  I suppose it can be a bit of a lonely existence, hence why I eat, live and breathe my stories like I do.  I've found a few people I can keep close and hold confidence with, but not many.  Personally, I wonder if the whole growing up thing has ruined people.  I don't necessarily see this as a bad thing, but sometimes as we grow, our lives just go in directions that stomp out our spirit.  Mindless automatons moving about the planet without direction.  Deep down, there's that spark just waiting to get out and show itself, but we keep it stifled in order to conform within society.  Fuck all that rubbish.  If growing up means losing the part of me that made me who I really was, than I want no bloody part of that!

 I need another drink of beer.....gimme a minute.....

 Hmmmm, yeah, another story idea.  Still running a blank. 

 If I do manage to get something new going....the new title will be.......

 More beer....hold on a second....

 I think I'm gonna call it PINKY STINKFISH!!!!!!!!!