Introduction
Who am I?
I am a 20 year old wannabe science fiction writer. I go to school for electronic engineering technology and I take some writing classes for the fun of it. Once I complete my certificate, I may go all out and get a writing degree. I realize a degree is not necessary, but it will surely make me a better writer. In the meantime I will continue to write stories, outlines, character sketches, and dreams. Eventually I may have enough material to write a book and several stories may be of a quality required for a scifi magazine publication. My style is not really science fiction, I just use that term for lack of a better one. Someday I’ll create the proper label for my aberrant fiction. Hmm, is that it? Probably not.
I will be putting up articles here from time to time about strange subjects I have been thinking of. My goal is to publish at least three per month. This will increase my writing skills, expand my understanding of the subject, provide material for use at a later date, and debut interesting papers for others to read. This webpage will also serve as something I can show to potential publishers. It is better than just giving a story alone.
Now I must consider a name, here are some ideas off the top of mine head:
Ideazone
Outlet for a caged mind
Aberrant perplexities
Perplexing Ripples of Estranged Personalities
Peculiar Ponderings
This is all I can think of for the moment, I think I’ll go with Perplexing Ripples of Estranged Personalities. It was used in a poem I wrote many moons past, based on a true story. It has some high points which flow nicely, but also some low points of convolution and haste. Still do I enjoy it, and I shall post it here for you:
5/12/09 am
Arcane Mask so Fine
My travels have brought me again to this place.
Papers, books, electricity, and wood. Beings,
Faces, and Knowledge abound in this homely
Destination I have reached. Which my nature
Impels me to seek . . .
Sitting down in my cushiony chair, to my side
I see her, dark dress and black hair. Her cloths
Are of liquid, water elemental shows through,
Her damp scent waves into me, and I perceive
The sensitivity of her being.
Her dark eyes scan paper of pictures, yet my
Presence is known. With the quiet nature she
Holds, how can interest be shown? Sympathy
I have, yet a recluse I am still. A word will not
Be spoken., only a shadow will be known. . .
Alas her book is closed, and a glance I catch her
Steal, yet naught will I inquire to her what is it
That you feel? Within those watery eyes, within
The land of soul, through the patterns of your being,
Beyond thou arcane mask so fine.
She arises from her stay, and begins to take her leave
My eyes return to the symbols, as she passes before me.
Towards the exit she travels, Priestess of dark liquid
Blue, float away through that open door. As I ponder
The Perplexing Ripples of estranged personalities.
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This will serve as an outlet for my mind since I’m such a recluse in the material world. While pondering such perplexities they will no longer be contained within only my mind, but instead they will be available to all throughout the world, for good or ill. I shall edit this poem in the future, elating up to the precipice of my future standards. These articles of which I shall present will not be of professional quality, because I am not a professional. They do it for the money; amateurs do it for the love.
