App Glory

Just set up the ole phone so I can blog on the go. So what does this mean you must be thinking?

Be afraid. Awesome will happen. 

Nothing

Today the headache was strong and the body was weak. And because I have to work at an hour early in the morning I will reserve the writing for tomorrow. Unfortunately, today is defeat. Though I did jot down a few ideas for improving my current work. So I'll take it as a penny in the jar...

Two

Despite how little I did today my word quota was fulfilled. Managed to doodle out another thousand words to a previous work, which feels pretty good. Though they may be empty words at least it's progression.

Overall though my day revolved around the desire to be destructive. And when I say destructive I'd put it like this, folding my lovely laptop close and then smashing it into my forehead until I bleed out the bad ideas and the good are left to settle to the surface.

This is why I don't necessarily enjoy having a wide variety of ideas to write about. All it seems to lead to is jumping from impulse to impulse. And such a trait is what unfortunately defines this Timothy. Though I've been curving these wandering thoughts better than ever, as if I've hired a shepherd or some sort of systematic construction to sort out what goes where and when, along with some surprising prioritization.

I know...I've definitely conflicted with myself in that simple paragraph.

You see!

The sporadic mind strikes again!

Day One Success

So on the first day of the New Year I subconsciously hit a decent beginning to my 2014. Although having the day off of work was a help as well. So, without even trying, I hit 1,000 words on the dot for the day's worth of writing.

I returned to a prior book and spruced up the beginning upon recommendation of my reader. The story still has bits and pieces to smooth out and two more beta readers to hear from, but hey! It's progress.

Meanwhile I'm continually struggling with the decision of which story to take up next. Initially one of my thirty-nine goals is to stick with one book and see it through to the end; but as always, it's proving to be a hard bud to snip.

So in response I'm going to let tomorrow worry about itself like a true procrastinator.

Peace out, peps!

Deception

One of my good friends and I were talking about something we both have noticed. This particular event involves while being on the road, and tends to happen to the male gender. Though I will not rule out that ladies fall victim to this "deception"--as the title proclaims--while cruising on the paths of smooth concrete.

So let me get to the point.

Old women are hazards on the road.

Now, before throwing fits and sexist slurs at myself hear me out. I shall explain this statement. I'm not saying that older women are incapable drivers. No, this is not a challenge to their skills behind the wheel. What this is about is them trying to fool my younger generations.

Driving can be a boring thing, especially on the freeway when you are cruising on a long haul of a distance. Once the mind begins to wander and the radio plays three awful songs in a row you begin to look around, maybe take notice of others driving as you pass or are being passed along.

This is when more than often I find myself in these awkward scenarios. Curious to see the person driving along I take a small peek. No big deal, but then I see it's a woman, and her hair is lush and impeccable. Now my interest is drawn in, I need to see who this hot damsel is. My foot hits the gas, my economical car pushes itself upon my command. This babe has captured my interest.

We are now side-by-side, still it isn't enough. I see her color-rich hair flowing and looking vibrant as a ray of sunshine. Down the pedal goes once again, a pang of embarrassment works into my gut as I dare one more look. Then I do, and I want to gage.

What I was so desperate to check out, risking the penalty of the law in the name of infatuation to see, is an old hag who has somehow obtained the hair of a 20-something lady. Being fooled I feign all interest I showed before, maybe I adjust my rearview mirror, or pick my nose. Something, anything, to cover my initial intentions.

So this is what I've got to say. Old women these days have awesome hair. Their hard earned money is being appropriately spent, they desire to look younger and that expensive hair product is doing its job. So what I have to say is, "Bravo!" Continue to deceive young men and boys such as myself.

As I say, "HUZZAH! FOR AWKWARD SITUATIONS!"

Random find on my EVERNOTE app.

Must of written this when I was thinking too much of the past. "Regrets are like withered flowers. Their time was then and in the past. No matter how hard you try it won't be back. Instead look at the fresh seed down, grasp onto what you have now and what potential the future may blossom." Was feeling depressive one day I guess. I can guaranty you'll find it in a novel some day, A Feral Cleansing Series more than likely.

The Way of Kings Review

I'll express what I think of the book as it was from beginning to end.

HOLY CAMOLEY!!!

I was astonished with it, all of it. No different than that good man.

Brandon Sanderson created a perfect world. He created something distinct yet relatable. I never would of imagined a world with vegetation which is able to look after itself and withdraw into a shell or the ground for protection. Also great beasts run around the world and are slaughtered for their gemhearts, which entire battles are revolved about against a strange people. It consists everything from religions, how men and women roles differ in society, to taboos, and how social structures work and rank in the chain of a people's hierarchy. All I'll say it's a most unique world. I actually went to work and jokingly told a friend he was under me merely because of his eye color - all in good nature of coarse.

Besides, the book is full of assassinations, betrayals, and confusion of identity. Each of the main characters struggles to find absolutions, justifications, or just the plain truth. Nothing is neglected by Sanderson. There wasn't a point in the book when I couldn't mentally paint a clear image of what was going on or what a character looked like or felt.

Despite the book being 1250ish pages long the story flew by. Every chapter had important highlights which built on top of each other. I imagine the plot line comparable to those paintings where one tiny imagine is drawn along with many others forming a massive collage. And in this hot mess all the pieces are strategically placed and magically give the picture a whole image as well. So what your left with is intertwining bits and pieces that are composed together to make a massive whole. Every chapter and character has their own identity and importance to the story, even the minor characters play significant roles. Nothing is worthless.

The Nightwatcher and her Old Magic is pretty awesome, but nothing compared to my favorite thing. The Shards. So let's talk about that.

The concept of Shardplate, Shardblades, and Soulcasters are incredible. I will keep it at that, I've spoken too much already. Just go read the book, it's so much better to personally imagine and unravel these magical accessories than have someone explain and spoil their mystique.

I only have one request of Brandon Sanderson. Could you hook Nan Balat a Shardplate and Shardblade? Despite his single short chapter he was my favorite. Please and Thank You!

Alright. So don't let the voluminous book decieve you, because it's so worth the read. You'll be finished with it much sooner than you'll ever expect, I promise. This isn't a journey to be missing out on, so I leave you with the wise words of Gandalf the Grey.