Ice Storms

Ice Storm. Ice Storm. That’s what happened today. There was an inch of ice on my car, and it was glorious in its absoluteness.  Annabelle brought me a diet coke today, it was insane. In she comes, holds up the can to me, and I’m hers. It was rad.

Anyway! Todays writing prompt ;

Write a letter to your 10-year-old self. Tell your younger self about the life you’ve created.

Ten Years old.

Dear Chad,

I’m writing this letter to us from 18 years in our future. I’m going to go ahead and say it, you need to work hard in school, you have to focus on English more than anything, because little do you know, but in 10 years you’re going to sell your first book. But only if you continue to work your butt off. Youre going to make mistakes; one of them is coming up real soon, in 5th grade. But don’t worry, it’s going to be the mistake that changes the direction in which your life travels. You’re going to make your first real friends in middle school. Go to Brossart. Anyway, I’m missing the point here. The life you’ve got waiting for you. You’re going to meet a great girl at Convergys, that’s where you’ll take on your 2nd management position and the first in tech support, her name is Briana. You two won’t get along at first, but don’t let that worry you. She’ll come around. You’ll have a daughter named Annabelle who will be born on Saint Patrick’s day with eyes more blue than the atlantic shoreline. You will get married. Keep up the hard work on learning languages, you’ll be learning a lot more than them. You’ll co-own & Code your own online game at around 25, and it will go great for a while, just remember your friends and who got you to where you are.  But dang, 10- youre still at Camp. Spoilers; no cure yet, but they say they’re close…when you turn fifteen convince your parents of how much trouble you’ll stay out of if you become a CIT – it will pay off.

You’ll have a dog named Paisley, and a cat named Quinnie. You’ll have more nieces & nephews than you’ll know what to do with. You will discover red river gorge, you’ll work night shift at Kroger for a while after high school until you learn that you’re better than your current station, and you’ll go back to college. Don’t let some chick, some stupid girl, get in the way of your dreams.  Go to more concerts. Read more. Learn more. You will have a professor in college who tells you ‘if you lack the time to read you lack the talent to be a writer.’ This is the truest lesson you will ever learn in school. The second truest lesson should be never go to bed angry, it’ll unfortunately make sense later.

R.L. Stine is still around by the way- he’s doing alright. You’ve started on Jack London by this point, and dabbled in low fantasy- keep your eyes out for a book called Harry Potter when it comes out, and get t to reading Stephen king, it beats the streetsign’s off Fear Street. BTDbus, you can tell your parent’s Lafarge, (Itll make sense later) won’t buyout all of Silver Grove, they don’t have to move if they really don’t want to. ALSO – and this is critically important: Ian Martin goes to jail.  CJ Stull, who knows. Sean Martin goes to jail. They remain hoods, and  don’t really make anything out of their lives. The bullying and torment you experience will end, and you will be on top, just keep going.


Narnia. Read it.

I should be writing…

Writing prompt for February 4th 2014 –

Hey, what’s this? Writing another journal with only 2 days difference? Way to go nubbins!

General Things going on: Briana got her taxes done, I still have to get mine, good news; she gets 4,500 back!!! Sooooo this means that the reception is paid for. Photos can be, dj can be, cake can be. UH! Glorious! I’m excited.

Things have been stressful for Briana lately, and I guess it’s wearing on me too – I seem to have 0 patience anymore, and I always fight the feeling of not being able to comfort briana the way I should be able to. She’s got a lot of crap going on with pain, headaches, blargendy. Seems anything will set her off lately, and I have  a bad habit of wanting to make it better but it seems like Im not able to do that. Because if she’s pissed, fuck everything else; she’s pissed and im not gonna like it cuz its gonna last.

I’m doing my 14 days of valentines now, so that seems to make her happy. Which in turn makes me quite happy.

So that daily writing prompt? What’s it gonna be today?!?



Write about the day the music stopped

I will listen to this under the influence of Paramore.


There are thousands of other ways this story can be told, but I’m going to tell you the truth about what really happened. I remember right where I was, my college professor had asked us to give a speech on an indelible moment as an exercise one day. Nobody really had a solid idea on what to talk about that day, it strikes me as funny now that that day became my indelible moment. It all started when the fanatics of the world who had passed laws about practicing religion started in on the music. They stated in the seven years since freedom of religion had been outlawed, crimes had dropped. Naturally, they suggested, music must go next as it was a shared consciousness. Think of all the young people going to shows, chanting the same words, it was the sharing of something larger than themselves. So the radio stations went first, the talk ones stayed. Venues shut down. Music instruments were burned in bonfires and people channeled Bradbury, it was a pleasure to burn. There were leaders who stirred the people up, suggesting that it was music that was to blame for the falling standards of American’s and ultimately the world. Promiscuity was truly born because of Elvis’s gyrating hips & the Beatles’ suggestive lyrics. Music had started to make the world more evil, and without it we would surely be led to a more beautiful peaceful world.

It was bullshit then, and it’s bullshit still. Doesn’t matter them though, you get caught practicing music, singing, anything the sort, and you’re locked up in one of their specialty holding workhouses. I once saw a kid drumming at a table using just his fingers. He was gone. Just like that. I’d snap my fingers, but you understand the risk of doing such.  I’m giving them a few more days, they’re still stumped on how to make songbirds obey their law. Live long rebels.


Double Postin

Why shouldn’t I write 2 entries today? Shit, I wrote 3x in Janvier.

So on pinterest there’s this thing, 29 ways to stay creative.

BTDubs, Katy Perry’s new album is pretty substandard compared to her others

Onto Pitbull

Ways to stay creative:


  • Make lists: I think the last list I made was about LT- It detailed the mains descriptions
  • Carry a notebook everywhere; Im not really doing this; I have a pen which is a good start though
  • Try free writing; I once did this when I practiced the black arts; but not really since.
  • Get away from the computer; you know working from home and writing predominately online; there’s no real time that im actually able to accomplish this; I’m hoping to make a trip down to red river gorge soon that will allow me the time I need to reflect on nature
  • Quit beating yourself up; okay so I’ve got a lot of rejections; my most devastating 1 was the online circular that was specialty horror satire; Borris was declined; I thought it was a shoe in
  • Take breaks; doesn’t 3 years count? Three damn years I lost. Three years of healing. Three years of finding love. Thank God for Briana & Annabelle.
  • Sing in the shower; no Idea when I did this last; it might have been ac/dc
  • Drink coffee- ok so I pretty much do this 4/7 days out of the week minimum.
  • Listen to new music; you know ive never really stood by this until lately. Pitbull, katy perry, daft punk, modern techno; its exhilarating. I think it could be working.
  • Be open- to what? To change? To love? Fuck. What was that moviethat I was just quoting. It had lucy diamond, and …scud. D.E.B.S. was the movie I was thinking of! I need to own that…..note to self.
  • Surround yourself with creative people; lipstick trace was founded & influenced by alex schoepf & nate barton in William Denslie. Quin was kinda evan roth & myself, Ronnie in parts. Rosalyn was done by …shit I don’t even know. Alice was meant to be bitch yet steadfast and true eventually.
  • Get Feedback- I severely undervalued the feedback & continual open reception I received from Nathan Singer, Andrew Miller, Forrest Brandt & Stephen Leigh’s classes. If there is any one thing I wish I could repeat in college, it would be their creative writing workshops.
  • Collaborate – I remember one time in Singer’s class we were commissioned with a task of write a story with 1 of our characters plus a character from someone in our class. I remember someone wrote quincy with…a young girl. And I paired quincy with a fairy.
  • Don’t give up – I pretty much did and am still struggling not to. The thought that keeps me going is sitting in Mrs. Johnson’s classroom in 5th grade statin I will be a writer. Mrs Wagner @ ST. Philip didn’t teach me 90+ WPM for no good reason
  • Practice Practice Practice – Apparently it’s not only the way to get to Broadway, but also towards becoming a published author.
  • Allow yourself to make mistakes- fucking up in college, marrying Jessica, leaving korelitz at 15, these were mistakes. I made them. And I’m better in the following respectsl as per previously related points 1) Though I am 21K in debt from student loans &I am lacking a degree I still retain the knowledge imparted to me by all my beloved professors. They gave me lessons which are worth more than dollars. 2) Yeah, I married someone I thought was God’s gift. God graced me with the knowledge that I was not meant for her. What did I learn? Appreciation for Briana & Annabelle & our second child. I Learned that I have family who stand beside me and love me. 3) Korelitz – They say if you love it let it go, if it comes back its yours. Korelitz is mine, and I will always cherish what I’ve learned there. From childhood to adulthood.
  • Go somewhere new – briana & I are planning GRAND OLD OPRY in Nashville, TN for our Honeymoon! How much NEWER does it get?!!??!?!?
  • Count your blessings : I will list 10 because that’s an easy number 1) Briana. 2) Annabelle. 3) My 2nd 4) My family 5) the fact that I live in a world where diabetes =/= death sentence 6) a good job 7) Freedom of Religion 8) A car. 9) The ability to read; Leigh once said if you don’t have the time to read you lack the talent to write 10) damn good sodas.
  • Get lots of rest—does this count for parents?
  • Take risks – The last time I took a risk – leaving the safe sound and conservative headquarters of Convergys to pursue a career specialized to my talents. I’ll always remember my uncle Stanley peering over my shoulder as I troubleshoot issues on windows 95. He said, and I quote, Chad – you should look for a career in computers, they are the future, and you’ve done things that ive seen grown men struggle with. Thanks for believing in me Stanley.
  • Break the rules – Stephen Leigh told me that there are two rules to writing;
  1. Learn the Rules
  2. Break the rules
  • Don’t force it — I once saw a meme on FB- it stated Love is like a fart. If you have to force it, it’s probably shit. The same mentality applies to writing.
  • Read a page of the dictionary ; when I was little I was CONVINCED I would memorize the dictionary; clearly I did not understand the breadth of such a task
  • Create a framework – I really have no creative outlet for a new framework- I want to expound on FOM, but I have no new material. That’s kind of depressing.
  • Stop trying to be someone else’s PERFECT – My idols as far as writing goes; I’ll list 5
  1. Stephen King – Basically because he’s mastered the formula of making his readers love characters then severing emotional ties.
  2. J K Rowling – She has closely imitated King in the fact that she forms close emotional bonds with characters, also like that she forms her characters with history; such as I do
  3. Steven Moffat; His fanhatred aside- I think he has a creative personality that allows the bending of laws to suit his means.
  4. Weis & Hickman – they form a cohesive group of characters that is easily relatable. It’s almost as if ALL CHARACTERS are one, and separated they are intangible.
  5. Lahay – Urgency. He has a unique way of shoving time down your throat that makes you seriously carpe diem.
  • Have fun- if I didn’t have fun, id have stopped writing as soon as I learned the craft- and that’s what it is, a craft – a explosive trade that spreads its madness without ceasing.
  • Sorry – got confused. Got an idea? Write it down – I need to gt much much much much better with the idea of carrying a notebook to write down every random thought that progresses through my consciousness. For example ; chilling with Jacob @ P&G at Camp Joy – it was maybe the exchange of 15 minutes; but it means the world that someone cared to talk to me.
  • Clean your workspace – so OBVIOUSLY I need to work on this one, my desk is cluttered; covered with cans, cellophane, aluminum, OG T1D supplies, garbage. Clutter. Crap. I need to represent a clean ENVIRONMENT FOR WORK if I aspire to be a SUCCESSFUL FOREFRONT AUTHOR.
  • Finish Something; Things Ive finished in my lifetime;

Onset- the talking lizard that I first formed from looseleaf papers and held together by bread twisties. To Mrs Riancho’s haiku about Lampchops, Bratface. To Forrrest Brandt’s synopsis of The Falling Away, To Lipstick Trace’s first reading in Nathan Singer’s creative writing 300 classs with Beth Coyle & Adam Bass, to Andrew Miller’s creative writing with Alice Mendell & William Delslie, to Stephen Leigh learning about Mictch Donnels & Sergeant Scott Carson, with some random dude having quoted “ I’ve been drinking the father Oren kool-aid since the beginning” to Lipstick Trace being completed in 2010. I am a writer. I will do this, nothing in my life matters except this. If  I succeed, I am born in this moment and should I fail; I will die in this moment —- I dedicate my life to word; for it Is in It’s mysteries that revelations are made, and in it’s inexpressible homilies are saint’s forged.

The colors, Duke, the colors!

Okay! So! Writing prompt for today;


Describe your love interest’s office from your antagonists point of view.

Too much lord marcam nonsense.

Write about the color of pain and the taste of happiness.


As the couch came crashing on my foot I yelled at the tip top of my O2 deprived lungs. I saw cherry red and the jet black string of profanities rushed off my tongue at the speed of blind hatred. He tried apologizing, my co-worker, yet I wasn’t in the right state of mind to make amends. If you’ve ever seen a shatter resistant glass shatter, you might know what was happening to my calm. He sat down his side of the couch and said ‘maybe we should take a breather.’ I agreed with him as I double over and admired the stains of questionable origin on white carpet. I ran my hands across it, reveling in the stimulation of harsh fabric against my calloused hands. As he offered me a swig of the mysterious liquid from his cold gray flask I nearly leapt with joy. The sting of the alcohol eased the burning forest fire stemming from my foot and sated the fiery demons laying siege to my phalanges. As I looked up into his passive blue eyes and easy grin, I conceded, maybe he wasn’t all bad.


Alright – this wasn’t bad. Upon reflection, maybe I’m reminded most of my writing portfolio in College Writing 101 – I remember being big on show not tell – and I think this accomplished more in one paragraph than most of my writing has done since 2007.

Bravo, Muggle.