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  • Awkward Moments

    That awkward moment when your using a public bathroom and you know the person next to you is judging you as you struggle to free the prisoners you have been holding onto since lunch.
    You can feel the judgement radiating from the walls of the bathroom stall. He/She is not talking, not even moving.
    “Did I kill the person in the other stall?”
    Not possible, you think. The person is trying not to laugh, you assume.
    “Hurry, and finish up,” you tell yourself.
    “I want to finish before this person. Maybe they will stand by the sink and wait for you to step out of the stall?”

    You finish your business and step from the stall. Nothing from the other stall. You walk by and glance through the thin crack between the door and the frame and you see nothing.

    “There is no one.”

    — Wonderful judgements of a paranoid mind.. 🙂

  • Nerves

    Trying to get back to regular posting on my favorite blog, my only blog.

    Question:

    My nerves are killing me.  Interview in about ten minutes but the thing is I have to stop telling people I’m nervous.  It seems to me an invitation to weakness.  This means it is an invitation from the person you are telling to help you become stronger.

    I don’t agree that it’s admitting weakness to be nervous.  I think it’s a natural thing to be nervous.  Do people that display utmost confidence ever become nervous?

    I believe it happens all the time.

    The curious thing for me would be… do successful people tell other people they are nervous?  Would spilling that secret be unacceptable because it is displaying a weakness?

    I am constantly fighting with myself about my appearance to other people.  Not my physical appearance.  I’m fine with my greying hair and sculpted abs… ha..ha..ha

    What I’m not fine with it my ability to communicate.  My ability to display to others that I know what I’m doing?

    I was able to do a good job at this with my last project.  I was so confident it spilled over to my team.  This is what I want to carry over to my new project and my life.

    How complicated is it to being confident as a father and husband?

    It’s quite complicated.  It’s not just, “Oh get this report done by Wednesday” or “Cash your check on Friday” after a long week.  Homelife is so much more complicated.

    There is no money in raising a family.  Sure you are raising you kids and treating your partner great to make everything work.  All that is wonderful but it’s a 40 hour week shoved on top of a 40 hour work week.  It’s hard.

    …but look at what happens when you do it right.

     

  • Literally Shaking

    I  wanted to go over some changes at my art site www.brokenstickstudio.com but this being a blog I must divert to something personal.

    “I am literally shaking as I write this.  I am highly nervous because I have to interview and put across that I am skilled at my job.

    To go back, I’ve worked for a project the past 3 years.  It was an awesome project full of wonderful clients and a wonderful team.  My contract with that client was ended in December so now I’m back to the beginning.  Back to proving myself again.

    I worked for that client for 3 years and… as they say in the military… I left the project better then I got it.  It was very successful and I should be able to translate that over to a new position.  ”

    That out of the way.  
    1. I am going to change my t-shirt template and these will be displayed with my new Signature series.  The Signature series will only display my favorites from last year.  They will include my digital signature on the bottom right corner.
    2. I will be adding stories from this blog to brokenstickstudios.com
    3. I need to add friends to the site. Friends with Books at Amazon

  • Disturbance in a Happy Town – Sucks

    Jimmy’s knees buckled and he sank.  Happy grabbed him and held on.  Happy, with Sarah’s help, led Jimmy to the basement door and down the stairs.  The stink of mold signaled nothing unusual, that was until Sarah directed them over to a small room in the corner of the room.

    “Go through the wall,”  She said with a serious face.

    “What are you talking about?  This is a serious situation and you want me to stooge my way into a wall.”

    “Happy.”

    “I am not going to walk into the wall.”

    “Fine, I will go first,” Sarah replied.

    Sarah let go of Jimmy and stepped forward.  She paused then disappeared into the stone wall.

    “Did you see that Jimmy, the wall just sucked up your girlfriend?”

    “She is not my girlfriend,” Jimmy moaned.

    Happy held his breath and stepped to the wall.  He tensed up, stepped forward and felt the wall wrap around him.  The floor disappeared for a moment then returned.  Happy stepped forward and reappeared in a candle-lit room.

    “Holy pants,” Happy shouted as Sarah stood in front of him.  Cathedral ceilings towered over him.  Painting of men and woman, with serious expressions, stared at him from the walls.  Jimmy fell to the ground and sobbed.

    The witch stood, her back turned, over a book.

    “What is wrong with Jimmy?”

    “He met my father, that’s whats wrong with him.”

    “Your father,” Happy replied.  “Your father?  That was…”

    The witch turned.  “You stepped into my house.  Your friend is now stricken with my curse.  I have kept this from the world for thirty years.  Now, in one foolish move you have endangered another.”

    “How long did you think you were going to hide this mother?”  Sarah shouted.  “When are you going to realize that we can’t run anymore?  I can’t do this anymore.”

    The witch marched forward, wand in hand.

    “Now, stop lady.  I’m sorry we walked into your house.  Honestly, it was Jimmie’s idea but if you fix him I promise we will leave.”

    The witch cast a spell from the wand and it struck Jimmie.  Happy released him and he fell to the ground.  Happy scuttled backward and watched as the witch stood over him.

    “It would seem that Sarah would have a problem with this,”  Happy thought but she stood waiting.  After a moment Jimmy sat up and held his head.

    Happy smiled and walked over to him.  “Buddy, we need to go.  This nice witch lady is scary as hell and I don’t want to piss her off again.”

    Jimmy sat for several moment quiet then spoke.  “Sarah… she has to come with us.”

    “Are you serious!” Happy replied.  “How long have you known this girl?  Are you hiding things from you best friend?”

    Jimmy shook dire thoughts from his head and looked up.  “Sarah is in danger.  The whole town is in danger.”  Jimmy’s eyes were alive with anger.

    “How could you bring this creature here?  What have you done?”

    The witch stepped back.  She dropped the wand to her side.

    “Oh…”  She said as her hands rose to her face.  “You have been marked.”

     

  • Disturbance in a Happy Town – The Darkness

    “I’m not sure about this,” Happy said.

    “You…  unconfident about something.  That’s a change.  You are usually the most optimistic.”

    “You saw that house.  It’s the darkest house in the whole village.  It’s just creepy.”

    “It’s just a house,” Jimmy assured him, even through the fear that began to pile upon him.  “but… she’s in there.  uhm… Sarah.”

    Happy frowned.  “I don’t know who told you it was ok, to be a hero, because it’s not as fun as they make it out to be in the movies.”

    With Jimmy’s urging Happy followed along.  Main street seemed to get darker with every step.  “Couldn’t we do this during lunch… you know… in the day?”

    “Happy!” Jimmy growled.

    The house on the corner of Main and South St. stood tall in it’s dark, spooky splendor.  “This was a light blue house last week,” Jimmy added.

    “Uh.. yeah… that means don’t go in.”

    Jimmy stepped forward and into a sheet of darkness.  Happy protested when he noticed that Jimmy became darker.  Happy stepped back and noticed a clear line extending from the house to the curb.  Darkness wrapped around the house.  It stained the white house next to it with a dark stain.

    “Dude, this is some sort of magic.  We can’t do this.”

    “If you don’t want to do this then just leave,” Jimmy shouted, anger piled upon his tongue.  Jimmy stopped then added.  “Sorry, Happy but I need you.”  Jimmy reached through the sheet of darkness and grabbed Happy and pulled him in.

    Happy shouted and attempted to brush off the darkness as Jimmy watched.  After a moment, “It’s just darker.  That’s it.”

    Happy frowned.  “You know there is a price to being your friend.  It’s steep dude… steep.”

    Jimmy stepped forward till he stood in front of the front gate.  Happy hesitated but join him soon.  Jimmy opened the gate and walked into the front yard.  “Isn’t Sarah’s mother going to see us walking up from the front?”  Happy whispered.

    “Do you want to go around back?”  Jimmy snapped.

    Happy sighed, wondering if the darkness was causing his friend to be a little meaner then usual.  He thought, for a moment, about going around but followed Jimmy when the darkness shimmered a bit in that direction.

    Jimmy approached the front steps and walked, one step then a second.  The stairs creaked with the additional weight and then again when Happy climbed them.  The door in front of them was open a crack and Jimmy moved it to the right.

    “Hello?”  He said.

    That prompted Happy to protest but a sharp stare stopped him.

    “Sarah?”

    “Dude, your going to bring the witch down on us,” Happy added.

    Jimmy ignored him.  Inside the house the air was chilly.  Goosebumps rose upon the boys bare arms.  On the left was an empty room covered in dust.  An old rocking chair and ancient furniture sat neglected.  To the right was a kitchen, clean and modern with food packed in open cabinets.  In front of them was a set of stairs and a hallway beside it.

    “Happy, where should we go.  Where would you keep a 13 year old?”

    “I don’t know dude?  Do I look like a homicidal witch lady?”

    “I don’t know.  You don’t seem to want to be here,” Jimmy replied, his voice raising.

    “Well, you pulled me into this.  I didn’t even want to come.”

    “You can just leave then,” Jimmy shouted.

    “Something moved,” Happy said, fear overtook any anger.  The boys then heard shouting from somewhere beneath them.

    “I think she is in the basement,” Jimmy said as he moved quickly past the stairs and stood in front of a basement door.

    Both boys pulled on the door but it didn’t move.

    “Jimmy?  Is that you?”

    Both turned toward the front door to see the woman they feared the noise would bring.

    Sarah’s mother stood at the door dressed in a black dress.  Her hair, blond, sat in a braid on her shoulder.

    “I go out to the store and you allow two boys break into the house,” She shouted.

    “Well, the door was open so technically we didn’t break in,” Happy said with a half smile.

    The witch smiled, revealing polished, perfect teeth.

    The witch was always dressed in black and the boys would see her walking through the neighborhood on occasion.  Most would avoid her but not because she was ugly.  She was actually quite attractive but for the Darkness that followed her.

    The Darkness stepped into the house, barely seen but for slightly movements.  When the witch moved in the daylight the Darkness was a large shadow that towered over her.  In the house the Darkness sucked all happiness from the room and tears began to form within the corners of Jimmy’s eyes.  He recalled sad memories of his family that passed.  His mother talking with her hands all the time.  His father’s laugh.  Jimmy missed them both.  He almost lost his knees when someone caught him.

    “Get out of here!”  Sarah shouted and clapped her hands loudly.   It echoed through the house.  The Darkness recoiled and flew up the stairs.  The witch sighed, a weight fell from her shoulders.

    “Take him to the bedroom.  We need to find some happy memories.”  She passed by Happy and said, “Dear, follow us.  You can help.  Your friend needs you badly.”

  • Disturbance in a Happy town – Day 1

    “Jimmy cracked corn and I don’t care…”

    “Jimmy cracked the corn and I don’t care.”

    An overweight young fourteen year old sang as he bounced around a thinner, slightly younger child.  Both young men smiles as they walked over the freshly paved street to a single story building on the other side.

    “You can stop singing that now, Happy.  You look like an idiot bouncing around me like an insect.”

    “Ha… what kind of insect am I Jimmy?  A mosquito?  A wasp.”  Happy then began to buzz and circle Jimmy.

    “Wow man, you are wound up today,” Jimmy said with a smile.

    “You know what day it is, right,” Happy shouted.  “You know who is teaching English today?  Ahhh… Mrs. English herself.  The princess of type.”

    Jimmy laughed.  “Yes, I know you are in love with Mrs. Sadle.  You know love of an English teacher is unhealthy.”  He prods Happy.

    Both young men step into the school and head to class.  The hallways are packed with kids scurrying to get to class.  The boys walk forward then to the right.  They approached room 115 and Jimmy began to open the door.  “Oh my gah, look at her.”  Happy said as they looked through the glass in the classroom door.  Mrs. Sadle sat on the desk in a colorful sun dress, legs crossed talking to Sally Pennington.  “I can’t go in there,” Happy said and closed the door.

    “Happy, we have to go to English.”

    “I can’t, Jimmy.  I will be a fool in love.”

    “Hah,” Jimmy laughed and opened the door.  He stepped into the room and found his seat.  “Hi Jimmy,” Mrs. Sadle said with a smile.  “Mrs. Sadle,” Jimmy began with an eye toward happy, while Happy tried to stop him from outside the room.  “… Happy is in…”

    Happy stepped into the room.  “I am in love with Country music.  I love me some Daniel Boone.”  The room laughed followed by Mrs. Sadle who leap from the desk.  “Happy, you are a wonderful character.  Daniel Boone was not a country singer.”  She smiled and Happy found his seat next to Jimmy.  “Ok, we are reading today…”


    “Did you hear that Jimmy, I’m a character?”  Happy said with a large smile as they walked from Room 115.

    “You need a habit, Happy.”

    “No you need a girlfriend,” Happy replied.  “Then you will know what it feels like.”

    That was when she stepped from another room.  Her hair black as tar…

     

  • Ready for NaMo?

    “Are you ready for NaMo?”

    Are you asking me?

    “Yes, you?”

    I am not ready.  I am so not ready.  I have City of Zombies that I could redo and I have this novel idea from my young daughter Kortni.  We agreed to write a story about a boy in a Happy town that runs into a women that is threatening to make everyone sad… but… it’s a bit shallow.  It makes me sad.

    “I’m sorry your sad.”

    Yeah, it’s just one of many sad things.  Worried about my dad and my job and my family.  I have Brokenstickstudio.com to maintain and paint new stuff.  It’s been an insanely busy year for me.  By the way… I’m wearing my new Hoodie.

    “Ah, I see.  You must like your stuff.”

    I do.  They are the best thing outside of the words I put on this blog.  I really love my stories and do miss writing.  Unfortunately, my words don’t make me any money.  I hate to admit that.  Such a passion but I need to make a leaving.  I’m so lucky to have my job and my art.  They both support my writing.

    “So what are you going to do for NaMo or National Writing month?”

    You know this is my plan.  With all the psuedo-plans I’ve tried to make… I am going to write everyday.  That is my plan.  If I write something that sticks then I’m going there.  I have a whole lot of material.  I really like the Shortz family.  I’m not sure what the details are for the world they live in.  It would be interesting.  I also want to pick up the train story again.

  • Ahh… Some days

    So frustrated today…

    Sorry for any delays in storytelling lately.  I’m finding some success, all though very small, running www.brokenstickstudio.com.

    I will still write and this is not a sign off… this is just a expression of exhaustion regarding an application I’m working on at work.

    My writing is coming up to November and Novel Writing month.  I want to participate but I will have to pause work at the studio.  It’s really hard to shift gears from something you know is working to something you just like to do.  My daughter wants me to write a novel on a happy boy in a happy town that finds something wrong.  I’m stressing over this…

    Never done anything like this.  My goal was to write an outline but I’ve never been all that great at sitting down and writing that framework.  Now, I have recently started DM’ing a game at http://www.woldiangames.com/.  We are always looking for more players by the way.  🙂

    Creating these modules are very interesting and helpful.  They are certainly an asset when you are trying to tell a story.  I could very well set up these with my previous novel attempts and this new one.  If I was to do this boy story I really need some more details.  I’ve got a few days to work this out… stay tuned here for more details.  Also plan to add my new site here when I get a couple free moments.

    Thanks for sticking with me… 🙂

    matt