Vote for Mr. Rhythm
It occured to me today that I haven't thought about writing anything - aside from standard notes and conversations - for quite some time now. Sure, I've had baseball games to cover, but that requires no actual thought, just action.
So today I'm talking to Mo, an old pal, and he says to me (I always enjoy saying that, even if I'm just typing it); anyway, he says, "It'd be really nice to know what happened to everyone in that game we never got to finish."
Then I says to Mo, "Well, I'm sure they didn't all die like in the games you ran."
Then Mo says, "Hey, it isn't my fault you suckers couldn't handle my bosses."
So I says to Mo, "Mo, I pretty much had the rest of the arc planned. Maybe we could finish it somehow."
But Mo, knowin' that two of those folks who were playing with us disappeared off the face of the planet, says, "That isn't gonna happen."
Then I says to Mo, "Maybe...I could finish it myself."
And Mo says to me, "Yeah, that'd be all right."
We cooked up the idea to serialize it what we already had, then I could go from there.
Two hours later, I'd finished the rough draft of scene one.
So keep an eye out for the first chapter of The Cernak Chronicles V.
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In closing, if you do nothing else worthwhile for the rest of the week, you must go listen to the clip of track number five on this page, which features Mel Tormè in a song appropriately titled "Cement Mixer."
Even though it is only thirty seconds long, I think this clip subtly conveys the myriad of profound emotions this tune explores, so much so that while one listens to this song on a lonely night and looks with longing eyes into a starlit sky...as the refrain fades into the inky blackness...it leaves only That One Thought! - that thought filled with such raw meaning, that thought which is more powerful than all others and can conquer any obstacle, no matter how great or small...that thought which can only be...!
This song is about a cement mixer.
- S.D.W.A.
P.S. -- Vince Guaraldi > You
So today I'm talking to Mo, an old pal, and he says to me (I always enjoy saying that, even if I'm just typing it); anyway, he says, "It'd be really nice to know what happened to everyone in that game we never got to finish."
Then I says to Mo, "Well, I'm sure they didn't all die like in the games you ran."
Then Mo says, "Hey, it isn't my fault you suckers couldn't handle my bosses."
So I says to Mo, "Mo, I pretty much had the rest of the arc planned. Maybe we could finish it somehow."
But Mo, knowin' that two of those folks who were playing with us disappeared off the face of the planet, says, "That isn't gonna happen."
Then I says to Mo, "Maybe...I could finish it myself."
And Mo says to me, "Yeah, that'd be all right."
We cooked up the idea to serialize it what we already had, then I could go from there.
Two hours later, I'd finished the rough draft of scene one.
So keep an eye out for the first chapter of The Cernak Chronicles V.
* * *
In closing, if you do nothing else worthwhile for the rest of the week, you must go listen to the clip of track number five on this page, which features Mel Tormè in a song appropriately titled "Cement Mixer."
Even though it is only thirty seconds long, I think this clip subtly conveys the myriad of profound emotions this tune explores, so much so that while one listens to this song on a lonely night and looks with longing eyes into a starlit sky...as the refrain fades into the inky blackness...it leaves only That One Thought! - that thought filled with such raw meaning, that thought which is more powerful than all others and can conquer any obstacle, no matter how great or small...that thought which can only be...!
This song is about a cement mixer.
- S.D.W.A.
P.S. -- Vince Guaraldi > You