Me & My Muse – Day 2089: Time to Watch Survivor

Having finished work, it’s now time to watch Survivor.  This one will also be short.

And tomorrow’s Friday, so yay!

Today’s high is going to be 64 degrees and the silver lining is the weekend almost being here.

To those of you who are waiting for the weekend, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  Okay.  I’ll let him do my lists.  But I have an idea!  Next time I see him,  I will hypnotize him!  Heh heh heh!

Me & My Muse – Day 1946: Cheeseburger in Paradise

Me – Day 46: Cheeseburger in Paradise

Me & My Muse – Day 1946: Cheeseburger in Paradise

Cheeseburgers, that is.  Being in a meaty mood, I had two cheeseburgers, sans the buns.  Jimmy buffet, eat your heart out!

With that, I’m going to call it a night.  I need to get ready for the next day.

Today’s high is going to be 48 degrees and the silver lining is having a nice dinner.

To those of you who like homemade burgers, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

He still doesn’t know?  He will, soon enough.  Tee hee…

Me & My Muse – Day 1665: A City…

Not just any city, but the city of Metropolis, where the mighty building called the Ziggurat is being constructed.  When finished, it will be the greatest marvel mankind has ever achieved.  It will challenge the heavens and will pave the way for a glorious future.  A future where man’s influence of power knows no limits.

 

Actually, this is in anticipation for the first movie of Anime Movie Night.  For seven nights, I will be watching an anime movie.  The first one is Metropolis, a movie written by Katsuhiro Otomo and directed by Rintaro.

 

Huh?  The entire house just vanished and all I see is a gigantic jungle gym…Perfect for a giant child…

Muse:  There!  My playground covers the whole world!  Tee hee!

What?  Why are you gigantic?  Well, that doesn’t matter.   I will do whatever you want!

???: That is enough.  You have gone too far!

*a blinding light envelops the whole world*

Dark Muse:  Hey!  What’s going on?  Tee hee!

*Dark Muse gets removed from Muse and flies into the far distance and vanishes*

Hey!  You got rid of my princess!

???:  Come to your senses!  You are not under her control anymore!

Whoa…What happened? I feel strange…

???:  You were under the Dark Muse’s spell.  I freed you from it.

Who are you?  You sound like my Muse…

???:  I am your guardian.  I keep this universe in order and protect you from harm.

You also keep the storyline intact.

???:  You could say that…

Reveal yourself!

???:  Very well…

*bright light flashes to reveal a giant Muse*

Universe Muse:  I am the Universe Muse.  This is not my true form, but one that I have chosen so that you can see me…

*Universe Muse scoops me up and holds me in the palm of her hand*

Universe Muse:  My true size is 60,000 or your universes.  It was originally 10,000 from our last meeting, but I have decided to continue growing out of boredom.  That Dark Muse would’ve ruined the storyline if I let her meddle with it any further…

Muse:  What about me?  Hey!

Universe Muse:  Child.  You are freed from the Dark Muse that possessed you.

Muse:  Her?  I didn’t like her.  I told my mom when she was over, but she didn’t believe me.  That stupid girl…she made my mom her slave…

Universe Muse:  You don’t have to worry about her anymore.  Your mind is cleansed from her influence…You know, child.  I have given you something special…

Muse:  Special?  Yeah.  I know.  It’s a lot of fun!

*Muse changes into her adult form and creates a child clone of herself*

Muse:  There!  Thank you for my special thing!  It’s my own One Privilege, right?

Universe Muse:  It is.  It has a special safeguard so that it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.  When you were possessed by Dark Muse, your powers were nullified.  Whatever powers that the Dark Muse had before she entered you were active.

Muse:  Well, thanks for freeing me!  Me and my younger me are going to have some fun now.

Child Muse:  Let’s have some fun!  You look a lot like my mom!  Can I call you…other mom?

Muse:  You can, my dear!

Child Muse:  Yay!  You’re a lot of fun.  Thanks, big protector mom!

Universe Muse:  Anytime, my child.  Protecting this story is my number one job.  Take care, Kyle!

I will.  Bye!

Muse:  Now what were you talking about?

I was talking about the movie Metropolis.

Muse:  Oh!  Anime movie week is this week!  Metropolis?  I love that movie!  I am…who?

Child Muse:  You are other mom…remember?  Tee hee!

Muse:  No dear…It’s for a movie that we’re going to see tonight.

Child Muse:  A movie?!  I can’t wait!

Neither can I.  Anyway, back to the movie discussion…

Yes.  I also like Tima in the movie.  Well, I would like to relax before the movie tonight.  The movie will start at 7:00.  After the movie, I will go to bed.

Muse:  I’ll let you do that.  Time to get ready! And play with my daughter!  Let’s go!

Child Muse:  Okay…OTHER mom!   Tee hee hee!

 

That’s about today in a nutshell.  Take it easy today and watch Metropolis tonight.

My Muse is seven and a half years old today. She is 3’1.5″ tall and she weighs 39 pounds. The height of a three year old and the weight of a five year old.

Today’s high is going to be 35 degrees and the silver lining is watching Metropolis this afternoon.

To those of you who love anime movies, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  I especially like the ending song.  I can’t stop loving you, I’ve made up my mind…

Child Muse:   Can you play that song for me?  Please?!

Me & My Muse – Day 1465: Wednesday Whirlwind

Phew!  Today was quite exhausting.  Between getting everything going this morning and putting away everything at the end, today was quite a busy day.  And all this was done with one less person, since they were sent to the other store to help out there.

After that, I went to the Secretary of State to renew my driver’s license.  For that, I was in and out.  That was probably the easiest part of my day.

I then went shopping.  I got a few things that I needed for lunch and some mouthwash.  I then had to get some lunch meat at Walmart since they were out of thick bologna at Meijer.

With another busy day ahead, I will now get ready and call it a night.

Today’s high is going to be 86 degrees and the silver lining is being halfway done with the week.

To those of you who are eagerly waiting for Friday, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  Phew!  Training all those Padawans was quite exhausting today!  I’m ready for bed…

Me & My Muse – Day 1228: A Head Start…

Has anyone started their Christmas shopping yet?  I already have, at my favorite store: Amazon.com.

Today, I will do a little more shopping and go to a Toastmasters meeting. Thanksgiving is in one week and Friday is tomorrow. I look forward to the weekend and I look forward to the food.

With Friday in the horizon, keep your eyes peeled.  I’ll have a little more time on my hands tomorrow.  For today, I will be cutting my entry short, since I need to get ready for a Toastmasters meeting.

Today’s high is going to be 64 degrees and the silver lining is being able to buy more Christmas gifts.

To those of you who like shopping for Christmas gifts early, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  Early Christmas gifts, huh?  I’m just about done with mine!  It’s going to be an easy year this year…

The Golden Leaf: Autumn’s Fall – Part II

The Golden Leaf: Autumn’s Fall – Part II

“Me?” Jill gasped.  “Why me?  What role do I have to play in all of this?”

Freedom smiled.  “A very important one,” he told her.  “But I assure you.  You will not be doing this alone.  I will assist you in this task.”

Jill stood there, silent for a little while.  This enormous task was delegated to her, and she didn’t even know where to begin in accomplishing it.  How would this be done?  What are the steps?  There were still a lot of questions that Jill had for this mysterious man.

Finally, Jill spoke.  “So, you say that we must go thousands of years into the past to destroy her.  Why is that?  Who exactly is this Autumn that we’re dealing with?”

“Autumn’s history goes back a long way.” Freedom explained to her.  “A long time ago, there were giants that walked the earth.  These giants were very evil, and corrupted nearly all of mankind.  These evil giants, known as the Nephilim were born from rebels.  Those who have fallen out of league with the one I serve.  They married with the women of this earth, and created a purely evil race.  Because of this, my master sent a great flood that destroyed all of them, and everything that roamed the earth.  Humanity and all creation was preserved on one floating vessel.”

Jill nodded.  “Like the story in the bible, right?”

The man smiled.  “That is exactly what happened.  After the waters receded, the bodies of the Nephilim were wiped out.  My master, however, left a certain number of the spirits to remain on this earth.  Autumn was one of them.  She was formerly one of the giants before the flood, and has been up to no good ever since.”

Jill gasped.  “I knew that she was no good from the beginning.  But wait!  Why does she have a golden leaf?  How did this all start?”

Freedom invited Jill to sit down.  “After the waters receded, Autumn traveled north, to where England would be today.  After waiting through the ice age,  she began her trouble.  Her trouble proved to be too destructive.  She was destroying villages and various dwellings, by making trees appear.  She was continuing the destruction that she caused as a giant.  She needed to be punished.”

“With that, a weapon was planned to banish her to the abyss, but it was never complete, since the priority was to stop her.  Focusing on this, Autumn was bound to a golden leaf, the final part that we would need to finish the weapon.  She could not go anywhere without it.  She was bound to it, even after she died.  This limited her form, which led her to find other bodies, like a parasite.”

Jill frowned.  “So why wasn’t the weapon ever finished?”

Freedom smiled.  “The weapon, the Autumn Sword, is all ready.  It just needs to be assembled.  Prior to the pilgrims settling, there was a fire in the forest where that great tree sat in England.  Prior to this, the seed was gathered for this tree and taken to America.  The original tree was burned down, and all the parts of that weapon are buried in a underground cavern, which sits just underneath that forest.”

Jill smiled.  “So let’s go get it!”

“I greatly appreciate your determination, but it’s not going to be that easy,” Freedom told her.  “We will have to travel back in time, before the fire.  We will need another golden leaf to finish the Autumn Sword, since we can’t use the one in this era.”

Jill still looked troubled.  “So why is it every hundred years?” she asked him.

“That time was set to limit her form.” the man told her.  “Such matters won’t be relevant once we defeat her.  In doing so, we will change history, including yours.”

Jill looked back at the cell, that had all the other girls in it.  “Don’t worry.” she told them.  “You will all be freed soon….”

The mysterious man began walking away.  “I must be going.” he told her.  “We will surely meet again.  Follow my master and you will not go astray.”

Jill nodded.  “I will!”

After that, everything began to fade from view.

The next thing that Jill heard was the sound of a loud crack.  After this happened a few more times, she heard a louder crack.  She then opened her eyes.  To her surprise, she was no longer wearing an autumn-colored dress.  Instead, her dress was white.  Whiter than any white that she has ever seen before.  Right next to her lay her old body.  The very sight of this creeped her out, so she looked away.

Next to her old body, it appeared again.  The golden leaf sat there, waiting for a new master.

Then she heard a voice that sent chills down her spine.  Jill…..Come back….

Jill backed away from the golden leaf.  “No!” she shouted.

A strong gust of wind blew on her.  The voice spoke again.  I am you, and you are me.  Just give it time, and you will see.

“Go away, Autumn!” Jill screamed.  “I hate you!!!”

After this, she saw Jaime entering the forest.  When Jaime saw Jill, she ran up to her and hugged, squeezing her tightly.

“Oh Jill!” she cried.  “You’re finally back!”  Jaime turned around to see Jill’s old body, with the golden leaf lying next to it.  “Not that leaf! Let’s get out of here, Jill.”

Jill nodded in agreement and they both left the forest.

After leaving the forest, the first thing that Jill did was run inside her house.  The whole family was there, including her older brother.

“Jill!” the mother cried.  “Is it okay if I call you that, honey?”

Jill, now in tears, nodded.  “Yes mother.” she cried.  “Please call me that.  That is what you named me, right?”

The mother approached Jill and hugged her tightly.  “Don’t you ever touch that leaf again,” she pleaded.

“I won’t.” Jill said, still wiping away tears.  “I love you, mother.”

They continued hugging, while Jaime watched in the distance.

The mother turned and nodded at Jaime.  “Thank you very much for your help,” she told her.  “Without you, I wouldn’t know a thing about my daughter.”

The older brother turned and gave Jill a hug.  “Sorry about the leaf,  little sis.” he smiled.  “I’m just glad that you’re back.”

And with that, the reunion lasted for a while.  Jaime’s family was invited over for dinner, and both families ate together.  It was a big dinner celebrating Jill’s return.

After the dinner, Jaime’s family left.  Jill’s family then talked to Jill for a while.  Jill, tired from all that went on that day, decided to call it a night.

Jill went upstairs and got ready for bed.  She changed into her pajamas, brushed her teeth and drank her glass of water.  She entered her bedroom, climbing into bed and getting underneath the covers.  After that, she fell fast asleep.

Jill was greeted by a dream.  A dream that was familiar to her and one that she met before….

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©2012  K. L. Walker

Me & My Muse – Day 191: Short and Sweet 35 – Doctor Who and More Munchkin: The Short Version

Here’s what happened today.

Worked at the pizza pit.  Went to my friend’s house with my brother.  Ate a Man Gar while watching Doctor Who.  Played a game of Star Munchkin with my brother and friend.  Played a game of Boss Monster with my friend and brother.  Went to gas station to buy a Kona Blend for the weekend. Went home.

Today’s high was 25 degrees and the silver lining was hanging out at my friend’s house tonight.

To those of you enjoy short recaps, I hope that you all have a fantastic night.

 

Muse:  *yawn* I’m just getting up to get my milk.  Good night!

Me & My Muse – Day 114: Let the Creating Begin….

And to make those arrangements, I will need to shorten this entry for today.  To address yesterday, yes.  The deselecting process got fixed.  Some technicians came out and fixed the problem.

Now about today, I need to cut this short and begin forming a new habit.  Or in this case, an old one.  One that will benefit me in the long run….

 

Muse:  Another short one?  But you just started!

Do you want it longer?  The sooner I finish, the sooner I can read and write, right?

Muse:  You do have a point, but don’t you want something for your audience to read?

Who is my audience?  I really only have one person who reads this every day.  For content, I always try to find the most interesting things that go on, but my life is not always interesting.

Muse:  Oh, I think it’s more interesting than you think!

Really?  Today is just another one of those kinds of days.  I work, have dinner and then go home.

Muse:  Everyone has a story.  Even for the most mundane things that happen everyday, there is a story somewhere.

Yes.  There’s a story to be found.  But it’s not always easy to find.

Muse:  It is if you have the eyes to find it.  Now if you would excuse me, I need to go and prepare my costume….

But you just got here!  Well, I guess it’s really up to you.  Getting back to the stories, my vision needs to be honed to see the kinds of stories that happen in ordinary everyday life.  You can go finish your costume now.

Muse:  And you can go read and write like you said.  The halo is done.  I just need to work on the wings.  You’ll love it when it’s finished.  I know you will.  Adieu!

 

As she said, there is a story to be found.  And today, I will find it.

Today’s high will be 58 degrees and the silver lining will be making more progress on my Zachary Willowbrook story.

To all of you who are trying to get back to your routine, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  This costume is going to be heaven!  Oh, I can’t wait!

Me & My Muse – Day 106: Short and Sweet 5 – Must Prepare for Interview….

This one’s going to be extremely short, since I have to leave for an interview in 10 minutes.  The interview with the Arnold Center in Midland, in case you’re wondering.

Muse:  You have an interview?  I hope that you get the job!

Same here.  There’s not going to be that much discussion today.

Today’s high is going to be 48 degrees and the silver lining will be having this interview this morning.

To all of you who have ever prepared for an interview, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  This was waaaaaay too short.  But if it’s for an interview, I’ll make an exception.  Good luck!

Me & My Muse – Day 104: Green Haircut III – Fall Rage Edition

You were waiting all day for a new blog entry, but it didn’t come.

Do you want to know why?  Because I’ve been cutting the frickin’ lawn all day!  That’s why!

Yeah.  You knew one of these would come sooner or later.  This might be one of the last times the lawn gets mowed before the winter.   Now let me warn you.  This is a rant.  If you don’t like these rant entries, then skip this one for today.

Now about the lawn….

 

Muse:  A rant?  Is that really necessary?

Shut up!  I don’t need your crap today!  I just spent four frickin’ hours cutting the lawn!

Muse:  Frickin’?  Nice words….

Trust me.  I’m ticked enough to say words far worse than that….

Muse:  I guess I shouldn’t bring up your lack of reading and writing….

JUST PUT A CAP ON IT!  I’m not in the mood for it tonight!  You can be reading and writing Nazi another day!

Muse:  I will be smart and remain silent.

Good.  Now, about the lawn.  I couldn’t mow it right away.  Wanna know why?  Because I had to clear some frickin’ leaves with a leaf blower!  On top of that, I had to move all these stupid sticks….But before I could even get started, I had to clear the frickin’ needles in the front.  I raked them on a tarp and moved them to the woods.  After that, I could finally start!  I spent four hours doing this altogether!

Muse:  Well goodnight!  I’ll talk to you when you’re in a better mood….

Well, I’m hungry! Today’s high was 54 degrees and the silver lining was getting that stupid lawn mowed.

To all of you who have annoying fall chores to deal with, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.

 

Muse:  He should feel better tomorrow.  I don’t dare talk to him when he’s that angry….

Me & My Muse – Day 17: Homecooked Meal: Part 2

My meal turned out amazing!  What I have here is proof of that:

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Muse:  Huh….wha….But you didn’t burn it!  Oh man!

I wasn’t finished.  This is how dessert turned out….

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Muse:  That looks good!  Do you think I could….

Sorry.  I ate the whole thing.

So does that look like fast food?  How about pizza, or a TV dinner?

Muse:  Fine!  You’re a good cook, okay?

And that was a good dessert, wasn’t it?

Muse:  But….but I…..made dessert too…..

Let’s see it.  Oh.  A bunch of burnt cupcakes.  Keep trying.

Muse:  I WILL!  Good night!  Hmph!

Well, there you have it.  A homecooked meal!  I may do this again, depending on what I had.

Until then, I’ll see you all tomorrow!

And….CLEAR!

If you are reading this, it is no mistake.  I am indeed back, but not completely yet.

Due to my ignorance in never updating WordPress, my old blog got devoured by spambots and hackers.  Fortunately, I do have a backup of the data, and do intend on restoring all the posts eventually.

Reviving this blog will be no easy task.  I am also in the process of reviving my muse.  It is severely damaged from lack of use, and will take some time to polish and restore.  Rusty muses don’t function very well, you know.

With that, I give you the keys to the Walker Estate.  As always, make yourself at home here, and do be careful of the “under construction” signs.  This literary palace is undergoing a major construction project.  Just be patient, everything will be back eventually.

For starters, I will begin reassembling the ruins of Walker on Politics, which will remain in the musty basement it belongs in.  You may visit this place, but I would recommend putting on a hazmat suit first.  The radiation emanating from the slowly decaying political banter is unsafe without one.

To all the critics, literary aficionados and visitors alike, I welcome you all to the Walker Estate!

The Clock is Ticking….

It is official.  The official doomsday clock has begun.  As of recently,  my parents are planning to kick me out of the house.

According to my father, he will give me at least another year before he kicks me out onto the street.

How has my job search been, lately?  It has been rather tough.  I have recently called Michigan Works and have inquired about the “No Worker Left Behind” program.  This Tuesday at 9:30 a.m., I will be there with the other unemployed, attending all their workshops, with increasing hopes of finding a full-time job.

Michigan Works.  Does that even make sense?  With more than 20% of Michigan unemployed, how can Michigan possibly work?  For 20+ percent of the unemployed,  Michigan doesn’t seem to work!

And so the doomsday clock continues to tick, like something out of a apocolyptic movie.  Can this website pay the bills?  Well, all I need is 1) An audience and 2) A couple advertising banners.

Well, 1 has been satisfied to some degree.  I have an audience all right.  An audience of crickets.  An audience of spambots.  The only thing I need now is a HUMAN audience.

Man.  If only the iPhone had a job app.  Just hit the button and “Need a job? There’s an app for that.”  We would then be in tandem with Staple’s cliche slogan: “That was easy”.  But seriously,  I digress.

In the worse case scenario that the doomsday clock does run out,  my parents will kick me out and I’ll be….homeless. I would most likely find a mission in Midland to live in and have transit to take me to the library for the annoyingly anal 1 hour of job searching per day on their network.

Begging won’t work.  It’s usually more effective when you can play a guitar or harmonica.  Musical beggars just get paid more. Now I’ll exit stage right….to the unemployment line.

The Write Person

Now I have been thinking about this now.  Am I the write person?

While this wasn’t so much the case in the past,  I would like that answer to be different in the future. In an economy like this, it is hard to find a job in writing.  For this profession, I really feel like it is fierce competition where only the strong survive.

In a crumbling economy like this, the only writers that can be salvaged are the cream of the crop.  The rest were cast aside at the wake of this mess. With the cream of the crop, I kind of find it funny, considering some of the product they produce is not gold, but worthless trash.  This usually happens when writers decide to give the audience what they want.

But is it what they want for themselves?  If it isn’t, then they have missed the whole point of writing in the first place. You don’t let the audience dictate everything you write.  You write for both.  While this may sound obvious, it actually does happen.

The decision starts with you.  From there, you can decide what message you want to send to the audience.  With that, you don’t let the audience decide for you.  You decide for your audience.

Now let me clarify this.  To some degree, you DO write for your audience.  Just don’t let them write everything, and don’t write just for them.  If you’re not passionate about what you write, it will show.  Love what you write, and keep your audience in mind.

With feedback, there is nothing wrong with this.  What is wrong is letting the feedback dictate everything.   You might be doing something right, but the audience just has a different opinion about it.

To examine myself, am I the write person?  Using the above criteria, I can say that I am passionate about what I write.  I do have an audience in mind.  Just not a very large one. With the economy like this, it may be rough, but I don’t buy that there aren’t any jobs out there.  The cream of the crop, whether they deserve to be there or not, may have their jobs.  It however, doesn’t exclude those at the bottom who are working their way into the field.  Those people had to start somewhere, didn’t they?

While I’m still a novice, with plenty of room for improvement,  those improvements can be made, which would make me the write person for the job.

Don’t worry. I’m still alive.

A good number of you probably thought that I left this site for good.  Well, that is not the case.  I’m still here.  I just haven’t made the time to leave the occasional update or two.

To catch everyone up, here’s the recent news. – My PageToFame on WEBook fell through the cracks.  That’s to be expected, though.  I’m no Tom Clancy or Stephen King.  I also know that failure is neccessary to succeed.

I recently joined a group of writers.  The group is called Peninsula Writers, if you’re wondering.  It really hasn’t been recent, either since I have been a member since January. That’s about it for now.

In the future, I would like to share different characters and ideas.  Maybe even a few clips from my work in progress.

I just have one guideline. PLEASE TRY TO STOP WITH THE SPAM (you know who you are).  I do like Spam.  Just not the electronic kind.  I would love to approve your comments, but they just can’t have a blatent product name in the name or message.

Be yourself, let me know what you think, and that’s fine.  I am tired of deleting spam. Having that said, I will now try to find a REAL job…

Any cubicles for sale?

Because I will gladly buy it off your hands. Searching has been so-so, as far as I can tell. A few lines in the water, but still no bites. I am working on trying to get a job to get into Dow Corning.  Haven’t heard anything from them yet.

I have inquired about the temps, too.  A date has been set up for Monday with Kelly Services to repeat the application process that would put me back in their system.

I talked to a woman at Adecco who told me that they were having problems with their programs, and that I should send her my resume.  She gave me the email address and I did that.  Still no word from Adecco.

Options…diminishing….And that’s why I’m here.  I should be aimlessly searching for one of many opportunities out in this intertwined network of cyberrubble.  Instead,  I’m typing out my futile attempt to ascertain my calling.  One that would ultimately lead to the niche where I would belong.  A niche that would actually pay for that apartment so I can move out of my parents house.

Ray Romano, you made it out of your parents house eventually.  Perhaps I should borrow some of your thunder.  Everybody Loves Kyle, anyone?  Naw.  I didn’t think so. As for originality, I’ll leave that to me and my muse.  It’s time I take her for a spin, writing with the grace of a gazelle on a midsummer evening;  advancing ever further into the majestic sunset.

Returning to the real world,  I’m left with diminishing options and the same nagging question: Any cubicles you have for sale? I will gladly take any you have available. Thank you.

The bait is set….

However, I am not going after my muse this time.  I’m fishing for businesses. My bait is set and I’m just hoping that a business will bite.

A while back, I joined WEBook.  It’s like a Facebook, but for writers. Earlier today, I submitted my opening PageToFame.  I just recently looked at the results.

Of the 8 people who rated it: 51% think my submission is trash that needs to be thrown away 25% think its mostly junk, with a few good pieces thrown in there 12% think its pretty decent 12% think its pretty good 0% think its completely captivating, awe-inspiring, epic, heavenly, amazing and so great that it needs to be published immediately!

Now, where was I….? Oh yeah!  Looking at the results, I can at least take heart in knowing that 12% of the people actually believe in me, and that I have some potential (that would make just 1 person, since this is based on 8 votes).

Do you think this is trash that needs to be thrown away?  Here is what I submitted:

Title: The Master’s Chronicles

Summary: Nicolas Gillings’s world is quickly shaken when his mother is killed and the Copian town of Tulin is burned to the ground.  Readers join Nicolas in his quest to find answers, love and hope in the beginning of the adventure of a lifetime.

Sample:

Nothing. It all started with nothing.

Then, the darkness took form.  A seemingly endless array of stars began appearing, one by one throughout the dark and wide expanse of space. They all appeared in various sizes.  Some were gargantuan in size while others were quite minute.  Each had a characteristic of its own, along with its own degree of luminosity.

Multiple spheres of various sizes began to appear throughout space. Each sphere was formless and empty, without a source of light.  The spheres only consisted of water.  They were merely dark orbs suspended in space, with no gravity to propel them. Though the stars were plentiful, their light was too faint for any of the formless spheres of water.

Of the many dark hydrospheres that hovered in space, there was one in particular that had a faint glow of light.  This light glistened, and danced along the surface of the water.

This light was The Master in all his splendor, observing the formless sphere.  “A clean canvas,” The Master said.  “The galaxies are starting to take form.  This sphere will not be formless for long.  A new life will be breathed upon it. This will be a planet that is copious with life.  It shall be called Copia.”

And it was so.  The Master began creating and what he mentioned came into existence.

Now I know what you’re thinking.  This is just another creation story.  This is only the first 223 words!  We haven’t even reached Chapter 1 yet!

You did read the summary, didn’t you?  This introduction seeks to establish the core meaning of the title of the story.  Everything has a beginning, and this is how this story begins.

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