Diving into the Cinematic Dumpster Fire

I spend a lot of time wondering about the mistakes behind some of the biggest flubs in cinema. Sometimes it all comes down to reckless egotistical decisions from the director or the studio overdoes it with test audience screenings. Even in the worst of failures there is always something to be learned. Such as why a specific character performs an action that’s completely out of character. Perhaps the film retreads familiar grounds that we’ve seen way too many times in other films.
There are many questions like these that are bottled up in my head. Also why isn’t the family dog playing a more important part? Is there a specific law preventing canines from climbing the ranks to become the next ‘Pawson Welles’?

See, that was pretty bad. Creative writing is all about the freedom of weaving words together and then breaking them apart like a piece of stuck bread in a toaster. However why is it that these mistakes happen in the world of cinema, and why are these disasters so fascinating to me? Some consider me a masochist, but I enjoy the thrill of putting a quarter through the capsule machine to see what I’m going to get. Sometimes it’s an army man with a goofy face and then other times it’s a dead moth.

Yes it’s gross that a dead moth got put in there, but why was it there? Who left it in there and thought that a child would assume this was something worth having fun with? That is ultimately my reasoning for why I watch something like a Troll 2 or a Winter’s Tale, it all lies in the questionable decisions behind these films. Could be that this sheds some light on why I find the process enjoyable, or maybe I’m a weirdo. Either way I’m going to delve into what I gain from these dumpster fires.

Let’s start with the mundane example, The Snowman from 2017. This film stars Michael Fassbender, Rebecca Ferguson, and has J.K. Simmons in it doing a British accent (strange, I know). The film itself is incredibly boring, and is chopped together worse than the time I tried chopping lettuce and accidentally chopped the board instead. It’s a slog, however it’s a slog with a troubled production history behind it. This film went through many different directors, like Martin Scorsese at one point (although still has an executive producer credit).
Later on Tomas Alfredson fulfilled the role as the unlucky director who was tasked to make this mess come together. The film was shot in two separate locations, Norway and London. Although the transition between the limited amount of time in Norway to the main bulk of screen time in London proved to be problematic. Not to mention Val Kilmer’s lines had to be dubbed because of his swollen tongue, which was caused by a type of cancer being healed at the time. While it is understandable why Kilmer’s lines had to be dubbed over, that still unfortunately added more issues to the movie itself.

While The Snowman was an example of a behind the scenes failure, something like 2004’s Torque was a film that was all about chasing a trend. That trend was Rob Cohen’s unrivaled magnum opus, The Fast and the Furious. Was that an overly grandiose way of phrasing that sentiment? Yes, but apparently the studio behind Torque felt the same way — so shush! Torque is about an early 2000’s film as you can get. Everything from the cheesy romance angle revolving around motor bikes to the edgy yet fast-paced shots were reminiscent of the era it was made in.
The lead stars in the movie were Martin Henderson, Monet Mazur, and Ice Cube. While Ice Cube is already a big staple for this movie’s dated nature, Adam Scott also appears in this film as one of his very early first roles. Not to mention Jaime Pressly is also in the film and has a motorcycle fight with another of the lead characters. When I mean motorcyle fight, I literally mean a ‘MOTORCYCLE FIGHT‘.

There are countless films that have different issues when it comes to their execution. However I don’t look down on them, unless they’re ripe with offensive material or an insane amount of cynicism. The Snowman as a film doesn’t bother me because it was already doomed from the start. Torque, while obviously riding off the coattails of The Fast and the Furious, was made through the honest lens of a director who thought this was cool. To be fair there is some merit in that while accepting the flaws within Torque as a whole.

Whenever I watch a bad film nowadays there’s usually an earnest reason as to why it turned out the way it did. However this is very subjective, as is a lot of stuff in the field of art. There is a person out there who genuinely thought that Torque was really cool without noticing any of the silliness. To that person I want to ask why they feel that way, and how many copies can I smuggle off of you?

Bad Animal Poetry: Sad Salamanders

Some can relate to an animal who resembles an athlete after being accused of taking performance enhancing drugs. Sweating nonstop and either looking too calm or on the verge of darting out of a room. However inside each Salamander is melancholia, the true relatable link to humanity. Listen, you (way more enlightened reader) possibly know more than I do about these moist-ies. Also maybe I should have come up with a less irksome name for a group of Salamanders, anyhow enjoy!

Spotted-tail Salamander (Eurycea lucifuga)

By Marshal Hedin from San Diego – Eurycea lucifuga (Cave Salamander)Uploaded by Jacopo Werther, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=24872547

Identity theft is wrong Spotted-tail Salamander,
I know a liar when I see one,
All of your credentials are fake,
Your impersonating days are done,
The police will find a hot trail eventually,
So go ahead and run.

Your closet of fake wigs keep growing,
Yet you keep your mustache,
Is it the one authentic part of your identity,
Or is it bought with your crime infested cash,
Seems easy to live alone in a dark apartment,
Especially when you hide all your evidence in trash.

Was it right to steal that salamanders identity,
What was wrong being just a Spotted-tail Salamander,
A life that started too boring became too exciting,
Your name is ridden with slander,
That legacy forever tied to your crimes,
Instead you could have been a bystander.

Green Salamander (Aneides aeneus)

Green salamanader from Breaks Interstate park.jpg
By Brian Gratwicke – originally posted to Flickr as IMG_1513Green salamanader from Breaks Interstate park, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10821502

No I will not hear your weed joke,
Green Salamander I have had it up to here,
How many times am I going to tell you this,
Is there weed in your ear,
Perhaps that explains why you don’t hear me,
Your jokes make me want to grab a beer.

Are you going to start making alcohol jokes now,
What have I done to deserve this mess,
You’re like a salamander Seth Rogen,
I’m basically living in Pineapple Express,
Except without the laugh or talent,
I am under such stress.

Do you smoke to forget the war,
It has been twenty years since,
I will smoke this cigar with you just once,
Then go to the sink and rinse,
Remind yourself of the medals you earned,
But not of the assassination of that foreign prince.

Tiger Salamander (Ambystoma tigrinum)

By Glenn Bartolotti – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=39112632

Why did they steal your identity Tiger Salamander,
They say the one who did this was a brother,
What has happened to the salamander community,
Why must all suffer,
To favor the one who shall capitalize on this tragedy,
What a horrible way to start the summer.

Put on your hoodie,
Don’t let your reputation get destroyed by the paparazzi,
They say the one who did this was a Spotted-tail Salamander,
Yet why does he get to be on the front cover looking all glossy,
That should be you Tiger Salamander,
As you stare at the magazine with your half empty cup of coffee.

There is always another option,
They say revenge is a dish best served cold,
The police are too busy to do anything about it,
There are some things worth more than gold,
Having a normal life with a happy family is one,
Spotted-tail Salamander the bell has tolled.

Positivity in Writing

There is no shortage of ideas and inspiration that spring to life on every page. Every typed word is always followed by an idea. This idea usually evolves to become the main theme of the piece you are writing for. Perhaps its a way to bridge your points together. Wow does this sound like I’m presenting a business seminar on how to boost sales with the power of ‘putting imagination into letters.’ Except no free donuts here or comfortable seats, well, no seats in general.

This is admittedly more of a soapbox I wanted to dive into. I mostly just want to talk about how important your current mood can be when it comes to writing. Yes, the article is titled ‘Positivity in Writing’, however positivity is not something that can just be turned on. Therefore your writing is going to be massively improved by just thinking positively or by pretending. This sort of process requires a very methodical and comprehensive breakthrough of what makes you tick as a writer and as a person.

For example if it was a rainy day and you hated rain, that would outright affect your mood. Although that doesn’t mean you should stop writing. It means you should naturally work through the weather because that could have the right positive impact on your writing. Maybe there’s a scene involving a train that for some mysterious reason has skirted off a rail and is diving into a lake. Then you figure out how the characters are going to get out of this situation — if they even make it.
Water is arising at a fast pace, the doors are probably jammed, and furthermore there may be other people who are stuck in a specific spot on this sinking train. It sounds like I’m pitching a cheap straight-to-DVD sequel to some 90’s action film, but a rainy day could give that extra ‘boost’ you need to make the scene work.

Writing can be a beneficial process that not only improves your skill in the field, but as a person. Deducting why this character feels off with their dialogue. Perhaps you noticed how great the chemistry was between two feuding factions/people on a page you wrote on a frustrating day. Solving these issues and being self aware of your own personal issues is part of any process in whatever job field. The difference with writing is that it becomes more apparent the more you do it obviously.
Scenery will start to change, characters act slightly different, and chapters will have completely different tonal structures.

My first book was basically me learning my own anxieties and why they occurred. I was able to slowly self-diagnose why I felt so high strung on certain things that didn’t matter at that point in the rough draft. The answer was simple; I felt that I needed to write at a fast pace. Not just with typing, but with thoughts and conveying dialogue. I was forcing myself to go at a fast pace as opposed to forming a tempo of my own.

A tempo has more than one meaning, it is the rate/speed at which you conduct an activity. This doesn’t mean, “Oh my god, I have to do this fast because how am I going to get anywhere if I can’t do a single page in less than thirty minutes!” If anything a fast tempo can prevent your writing style from evolving. Cooking for example isn’t about how fast you can grill a burger — it’s about the timing and the effort in the way you do it. Going at your own pace and not caring about getting it done, but just knowing that the product will be done on your own terms.

That to me is what I think of when it comes to positivity in writing. It’s not about just putting in dragons with rainbow scales who soar over a beautiful peak with bright glowing red flowers (although I do like the imagery). Behavior, learning from mistakes, and self analyzing your behavior are the main objectives that will lead to a more positive writing experience. It’s a habit that will take time and a steep learning curve. Issues will persist in life, but getting there will award you with an excellent writing experience.

Bad Animal Poetry: Frustrated Frogs

If there is ever an amphibian who either looks grumpy or feels incredibly neutral about what it is doing — then it’s the frog. Some days it eats flies and sits in one spot waiting for the next one. Other days it eats more flies and slightly moves to the right. A frog carries one expression, but it does so with much assertion. Kind of like these one that I’m about to present in a typical uneducated fashion.

Red-eyed Treefrog (Agalychnis callidryas)

By Christophe Meneboeuf – Own workMore of my work on my photoblog: http://www.pixinn.net, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=33846413

Time to sip this tea,
No you cannot have a sip of my tea Red-Eyed Tree Frog,
You should have asked the barista for yours,
Otherwise go back to the bog,
Did you eat all of your biscotti cookies too,
If you keep this up I’m going to feed you to the Nidhogg.

Know where you’re at,
This is a widely owned cafe,
No amount of gentrification can fix this,
Like that one time at the vegan hot dog stand in the alleyway
That stand was clearly not ready for its business to boom,
So quit acting all blase.

You want to save the trees,
Yet all you do is eat cheap meals,
Better shape up because the price won’t stay the same,
That paycheck is gonna make your eyes spin like pinwheels,
The economy will not bend to your will,
But go ahead and keep cutting out those coupon deals.

African Bullfrog (Pyxicephalus adspersus)

Pyxicephalus adspersus, Boston Aquarium.jpg
By Steven G. Johnson – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4572846

You have no teeth,
Yet you have a strong bite,
The best bouncer we have is you African Bullfrog,
You make them all afraid to fight,
Whether it be in the rain or fog,
Truly you are a frightful sight.

One day you will afford to move your family,
Just have to deal with a few more drunks,
Then everyone will pay respect,
Otherwise you will have to bite out chunks,
They seem to think you are easily passable,
What punks.

Your raincoat is moist,
But your spirit is dry,
Why is it that you never want to move,
Is your purpose just to make them cry,
One day you will shed your own tear,
Knowing that your boss is a fly.

Ghost Frog (Heleophrynidae)

Heleophryne orientalis.jpg
By Serban Proches – http://calphotos.berkeley.edu, CC BY-SA 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6696119

What is that noise I hear,
This house shouldn’t be haunted,
It was only built on top of a frog burial ground,
I knew something was fishy when the sign said wanted,
Something is croaking,
I feel assaulted.

I must purify this holy house,
Each cross shall be embedded on a banjo,
Every television screen will have the Budweiser frogs on repeat,
Lillipads shall be featured in every photo,
This shall ward you off Ghost Frog,
Begone from this ethereal grotto.

What is this,
You are much stronger than I thought,
The croaking refuses to stop,
Oh what have thou wrought,
Ghost Frog is multiplying,
The age of the frog has arrived with such fraught.

My Absurd Writing Set-Up

How people write, when they write, and how they write is up to them. Half of us are people who like to keep our desks the way they are. Covered in cobwebs and typewriters that are so rusty that they’ll fall apart in seconds. Yes, there may be problems with what I just said. But man, it is fun to look at all those cobwebs and old typewriters just to think that Halloween is not that far away — kind of!

To be fair my set-up isn’t really that standard anyway. If anything my set-up may be incredibly annoying to those who prefer staying put in one spot for a long duration. What I basically do is move my laptop to the top shelf of my desk (since I’m 6’4) and write standing up. I do this mainly because I prefer to be spontaneous when I’m writing, staying in one area for too long drains my creative writing process. By just casually walking around I’m more energetic and can smoothly concentrate on my thought process.

I may not be the most athletic person, but I do prefer some sort of mobility when I have a task to complete. Sitting down to write quickly eases me into being too comfortable, plus my eye dilation becomes slightly disorienting at sitting height with my screen. When I’m standing up not only do I have a better focus, but my eyes do not become as strained since I can just look down my laptop. Of course I’d have to be careful since if I stand for too long that can cause back pain, leg cramps, and maybe the ability to levitate my laptop — but that’s only a 1% chance. Also that 1% does not count for the back pain and leg cramps, I can only dream so much.

Then there’s the beverage I always keep with me. Preferably I always have a tall glass of water with up to a small amount of ice cubes. During the morning it is black coffee time, maybe all the time pending on how big the work load can be. In very rare circumstances do I have energy drinks and soda. Not just because of health reasons, but because having that sugar rush doesn’t make my writing process work as smoothly as one would imagine.

If I feel bottled up then I can easily go elsewhere to do my writing. Either I go to a different part of of my living space that’s quiet, or maybe I go to the library to look at books and feel the wisdom seep in. That is until I hear a ringtone coming from someone’s phone, mainly hearing ‘Flight of the Valkyries’ but with dog barks. Comfort is such an important factor when writing. However going outside of your comfort zone can reap the best rewards.
I’m not saying go to a zoo and write as the monkeys howl at you because that’s what they do. They’re monkeys, not Antelope who have a respect for your own boundaries. Learn some manners you hooligans!

Bad Animal Poetry: Big Lizards

On this week’s Bad Animal Poetry I will be showcasing several lizards who look like they might have radioactive breath of a different sort. Since I am a big ‘Godzilla’ fan and his titular movie, ‘Godzilla: King of the Monsters‘, is already out I thought I would write something to coincide with its release. Although I’m hoping none of these lizards accidentally stumble into a canister of radioactive waste.

Marine Iguana (Amblyrhynchus cristatus)

By Charles J Sharp – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=19022661

So my car keys are lost,
They are at the bottom of the ocean,
How did this happen Sea Iguana,
I trusted you on this notion,
We were ready for the concert,
Everything was set in motion.

Is that red algae I see on your lips,
Are you on the seaweed,
This is a serious problem,
I thought you were having a nose bleed,
The show is about to start in an hour,
This is quite a kerfuffle indeed.

Okay this time I drive,
Sea Iguana you must obey,
Put on your seat belt this time,
Ignore what is beyond the bay,
The sea is a dangerous life to live,
Why are you sipping on my nasal spray.

Komodo Dragon (Varanus komodoensis)

By Markofjohnson – Own work, CC0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=20986196

You are the coolest,
Komodo Dragon why are you so bad,
Is it because of your awesome tats,
You make the concept of cool a fad,
With those wicked sunglasses,
Clearly you are such a Chad.

There is a treasure trove in your stomach,
I wish to see it one day,
Maybe I’ll see discarded bones,
Or perhaps a workbench that says ‘SLAY,’
Your organs are your home,
Yet you remain a stray.

A bad lizard with no rules to follow,
On your own with a shiny motorcyle,
That I am sure also came from your innards,
Fighting some chump named Carmichael,
The baddest there is,
Yet it is so sweet that you still recycle.

Nile Crocodile (Crocodylus niloticus)

By Bernard DUPONT from FRANCE – Nile Crocodile (Crocodylus niloticus), CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=40775689

An image to behold,
Nile Crocodile sunbathing,
Getting that pre-summer tan,
People can be scathing,
Discriminating body types,
The only thing they are good at is hating.

Yet here is Nile Crocodile doing her thing,
Not letting the negativity settle in,
She worked hard for her vacation,
No one can remove that grin,
Her confidence is unshakable,
I dare anyone to get under her skin.

She may not snap now,
There will be a time when she will,
I assure no mercy when it happens,
She finds their regretful words a thrill,
That may be problematic to the victims,
Just another cozy vacation in Brazil.

Bad Animal Poetry: Tailed Primates

I always assumed that there were some animals that had it rougher than others when it comes to their sleeping cycles. But then there are some who just love hopping around during the day while listening to their favorite Imagine Dragons songs. Living their lives like they’re the ones who can cut in line with their headphones. While I’m on lunch break and this guy thinks he can cut in just for a soy latte. Pft, anyway here are this week’s guilty line cutters.

Slow Loris (Nycticebus)

By David Haring / Duke Lemur Center – email, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12311395

Why are your fingers orange Slow Loris,
Is that Cheeto dust I see on your finger,
You stay in all night playing Madden,
Where were you for dinner,
Your plate was getting cold,
No wonder you never update your Tinder.

Why doth your eyes linger on berries for an hour,
Is it because it is not inside a giant orange bag,
Our neighbors say you need a shower,
Too much time spent with the trees,
Or too much time spent in your Cheeto tower,
We worry about you Slow Loris.

Although maybe we are overthinking this,
Your GPA is through the roof,
Your eyes hold the truth,
Your existence makes our worries go poof,
We want what makes you feel happy,
Now let Mama Loris tend to her woof.

Ring-tailed Lemur (Lemur catta)

By David Dennis – originally posted to Flickr as Ringtailed Lemurs in Berenty, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=9002790

Please give me back my Funyuns,
There are more uses to a tail than stealing my snack,
Why do you taunt me Ring-tailed Lemur,
I clearly won that game of blackjack,
Yes I should know better,
Than to play with an animal who can stack.

Your petty gambling life is wrapped around that tail,
That behavior is fed to your offspring,
Just like the Funyuns you stole from me,
You think you are king,
But clearly I have an advantage here,
Just like the wind in spring.

I know I am stuck on this peninsula,
With no way of getting out,
My revenge is everlasting,
I will have my final bout,
So I leave this letter to my daughter,
Knowing I went out with clout.

Aye-aye (Daubentonia madagascariensis)

By Frank Vassen – Flickr, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=19600466

Tell me how you feel Aye-aye,
Always reaching out with your claw,
How has the manuscript been going,
I know the premise has left me in awe,
Hopefully you haven’t had writers block,
Yes you can also eat your coleslaw.

What do you mean you only written five pages,
It has been a week Aye-aye,
I know it’s hard writing with long fingers,
But this discussion has left me with a sigh,
You must have at least something,
Otherwise why lie.

We cannot go through with this publishing deal,
Until you start putting in the work,
Yes I know your fingers are long,
But think of this meeting as a perk,
I know you can do better than five pages,
Please don’t look at your fingers with a smirk.

Bad Animal Poetry: Tall Birds Edition

Hello and welcome to my first installment of Bad Animal Poetry. This week I will be talking about tall birds who love running, flaunting their feathers, or doing both at the same time. I suppose that’s what one does when you have tall legs or just love shouting nonstop at other birds. Anyway I’m not here to judge — please enjoy this first installment that I’m sure won’t derail into any silly details. None at all.

Ostrich (Struthio camelus)

By A. Kniesel – Fotografiert von A. Kniesel, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1833919

Ostrich does your neck tire,
Is there exhaustive weight on your feather,
How the world turns upside down is crazy,
It’s amazing you have an invisible tether,
Having two different perspectives,
Yet you have no time for your wife Heather

She misses you dearly Ostrich,
Your legs tell you to run,
But does your birdy heart say otherwise,
Responsibilities in the savanna are little to none,
The lust for a birdy youth,
Please do not leave your hon

She knows your 9 to 5 shift is tiring,
Yet you watch the Discovery Channel,
Reminiscing about the good ol days,
Does it feel good to remember you wore flannel,
Look at what is right in front of you Ostrich,
Or else your legs become annul.

Emu (Dromaius novaehollandiae)

By Joseph C Boone – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=62020171

Who dare strut with such a feathery weave,
The Emu is who,
Almost every feather feels like plush,
Emu could have flew,
Instead it had to live that Gucci life,
With that diamond velcro on its shoe

For something so flightless,
It did very little to try,
Being weighed down by all that bling,
Waving its greed as Emu said bye,
Only bird god could judge Emu,
Though Emu knew even that was a lie

Is vanity worth the lack of flight,
This is a question that Emu must ask,
When a flightless bird is first on the VIP list,
What about Condor with the empty flask,
Ask yourself that when you’re at the club,
As you hide behind your cowardly mask.

Cassowary (Casuarius casuarius)

By Bjørn Christian Tørrissen – Own work, http://bjornfree.com/galleries.html, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5829434

How dare you Cassowary,
Oh how does one make me so angry,
One of the closest relatives to dinosaurs,
Yet you come off as so cranky,
Your actions make me sick,
As I angrily binge food from the pantry

What is that on your head,
Is that lump considered your pride,
How entitled your evolution must be,
To have a door knob head and be so snide,
Is there candy inside that crest,
Cassowary what is there to hide

Your violent karate is terrifying,
As you perform your helm splitter,
I must ask is your lust for power infinite,
This rivalry is only making us bitter,
Be wary of social media Cassowary,
And stay off Twitter.

“Did that skull plate just cough?” A Silly Explanation Behind My Silly World Building

The construction of a new universe goes as far as the creator’s imagination. That will be the only genuine thing I say throughout this entire post. Okay, maybe not since world building requires some actual thought and rule setting. When Tolkien wrote The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings he obviously took some liberties with Norse mythology and made his own unique world. Does that mean that all worlds that are constructed from the inner thoughts of a writer not original?

The answer to that is not as clean cut as one would imagine. However for simplicity sake, I’d like to say that is false. What a writer does with their own material and how they leave their mark on it is how influence turns into originality.

The Necropolis Corporation was always intended to be this multi-layered business conglomerate with different tiers of corporate management. There are the Gate Inspectors who keep track of who gets sent to certain standard housing or prison domains. The Radiant Consultants decide what people are allowed passage into the the angelic yet mysterious place called the Uppercore. Lastly there are the Chasm Brokers, who deal with gritty and serious matters in the Undercore.

The Trolley-Coaster started out as a simple trolley that operated similarly to the cable car system in San Francisco. However I wanted to showcase the chaotic engineering behind the city and its massive structures. So I thought; what better way to show this than to attach a giant trolley to a rail system. All of the flair comes from the antiques, the skull plate, and the conductor of that silly contraption. And that to me is where the charm comes in, because otherwise it would just be a ridiculous trolley that swings around the city like a roller coaster.

The infrastructure behind the central Necropolis Corp. building and the way domains are constructed are tonally opposite in terms of contrast. Necropolis Corporation was practically polished to perfection with how much each section is dedicated to their respected job fields. While Domain 224 was about the incompetence behind someone who had similar power, but was too inept to use it.

A lot of my inspiration for how I introduce a world comes from not just societies uprising, but their follies and how they recuperate. It would be fun to see a fantastical city brimming with crystal-like skyscrapers, rolling street tunnels, and flying bikes everywhere. But how did it get there, what is the cost of such an advanced society, and was there an economic downfall in the past, present, or future? Admittedly this took a rather straightforward turn here, but it’s also a necessary for making a living and breathing world.

The fun comes in when you have such a detailed world that seems familiar, and yet hijinks ensue due to the naivety of characters that matter to the plot. Or maybe it’s background world building to distract the reader from the cold harsh reality that our main characters are living in. Not that every post-apocalypse story should constantly have moments of someone mentioning a mutant octopus juggling car parts in front of a pair starving wanderers. However if you find that a scene seems too weary with its tone, add a couple of subtle human moments with background characters who are just being themselves.

I lean a lot into humor with my writing when I can, but there are times where I delve into the imperfections of the human mind. World building isn’t just about creating something from scratch, it’s also about the levity of human nature that we bring to this world. There is obviously more than what I talked about, but I’ll save that for another time. Also the clownfish in the spa tub? That’s a secret…

Future Update on The Quietus Breaker & More

This will not be a long post, but one that I’m sure will be interesting to readers nonetheless. Since the release of my first book I’ve been working on refining myself as not only an author, but as a self publisher. A lot of work has been put into the first book and I’m hoping that people have been enjoying it. It has been a dream to put the book out in the public along with the pleasure of seeing it come to life. However the real work has just begun and I plan on making sure the writing train doesn’t just keep going – it has to sky rocket into space (also I like the idea of trains in space).

First off, The Quietus Breaker was not just written in mind to cover one book. This is obviously a long story that requires several installments to reach a satisfying and bombastic conclusion. For this current arc I have written three books that tie the central plot threads together so that it’s self contained. Book two will be titled ‘Nature of Creative Mortalities‘. Then book three will be titled ‘Jade Angel‘.

Why bring this up now when the first book was just released? Personally, I feel that readers would want to read a beginning if they know that parts two and three are right around the corner. All three of these books were originally written in mind as an epic length novel that felt too long and exhaustive. Instead I separated this story into three books, but made sure that they weren’t awkwardly separated. There are no set dates planned for the release of these books, but I will make an announcement when I’m ready.

As for Lounging Lizard, my blog where one day I will actually talk about lounging lizards, expect to see me posting on a weekly basis. Whether it be about the book, funny looking lemurs, or a book about funny looking lemurs – I will deliver on the content! Also maybe I’ll sneak a few smaller posts about something cool I found underneath a bench I was sitting at, or the time I found a street lamp that looked like an ominous floating eye from a certain angle. Kidding of course, but I do have stories to tell and tangents to spout so keep an eye on this blog for future wackiness.

Lastly, those who have spread news about the first book have been truly helpful. I only ask that to those who have read the book to please leave a review on Amazon and Goodreads. Keep telling people about the book, express your critiques (good or bad), and definitely recommend it to people who feel that this book may be up their alley. For contact information please message me on my facebook page and I will respond as quick as I can. Thank you once again for the support and stay tuned for more news regarding The Quietus Breaker.