Hello, My Name Is
So you know how I write responses for the Trifecta Writing Challenge? When I can get my lazy rear in gear, that is. Well, this is get to know you sesh for all the peeps that contribute over there. Check out their answers too, they’re really not that intimidating. Or at least they don’t appear to be through internet vision. And join in while you’re at it. You know you got the writing in you.
What is your name (real or otherwise)?
Describe your writing style in three words.
Bad. Ass. Does that count as one or two? I’m never quite sure.
How long have you been writing online?
January 1st was one year. Holla.
Which, if any, other writing challenges do you participate in?
None. I didn’t even remember that I loved to write and had been writing since I could correctly manipulate a pencil until Lisa woke me up. I think about Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Words challenge and then I go, ooh shiny, and throw up some dumb video. (Editor’s note: This video is not at all dumb, but totally fucking awesomesauce on toast with a side of rad)
Describe one way in which you could improve your writing.
I could write more than 150 words in a row. Without using the word yo.
The first draft of anything is shit. Ernest Hemingway
I actually stole that entire thing from Lisa’s because I’ve been led to believe that writing on the internet is more about using someone else’s shit and giving them credit for it. Or not giving them credit for it.
Actually it hit me pretty hard in the gut because I NEVER write more than one draft, ergo all my shit is actually shit. Bummer. But a motivational bummer.
I’m going to be honest here instead of saying something like, yer mom or the guy who wrote the Mcdonald’s I’m Lovin It catchphrase. This question is scarier than Borat’s balls because of all the Real Writers who will say shit like Nietzsche or Dostoevsky or fill in the blank of some super fantastico writer I’ve never heard of. But I haven’t read those dudes, although I’m sure they’re amazeballs. And my tastes appear far more plebeian.
I don’t know that I actually have a favorite anymore, although Stephen King ruled my teens and twenties. Probably the closest thing to a favorite would be Neil Gaiman, but more for his comics than his books. Not that his books are shite, but because I’ve only read a few of them. And because Sandman is balls out epic. I also love Brian Michael Bendis. He is both prolific and as funny as they come. I also love Orson Scott Card, Ray Bradbury, Kurt Vonnegut and John Irving. And Amanda Boyden. Why doesn’t that chick write more books?
How do you make time to write?
I don’t. This is why I have missed several Trifecta deadlines and end up posting ridiculous videos at the last minute.
(Editor’s note: This video is absolutely ridiculous and has been verified as such)
Since handjob is not currently recognized by Merriam Webster and the other two I came up with, succulent and salacious, don’t qualify due to only having two definitions, how about beast?
Good lord, self-promotion? Awkward. Why don’t you read through my entire history and point out the ones you think are most worthy? We’re only talking 400 posts or so? No? Well then, hmm. If you absolutely insist I’ll go with this onebecause getting it out there again keeps me honest and spits in the face of that bastard, depression, once again. And all without the word yo. Sort of miraculous.