Monday, October 8, 2007

Playing with poetry

Well, I decided to play with a little bit of poetry and going over different types of formats. This is a rather short ballad poem I made while playing around. Not the highest quality, but it's something.

What is Happiness?

What is happiness?

Is happiness when one reaches ones goals

Is happiness when one lives their life to the fullest without worries

Or is it when one gets that sensuous kiss from the lovely Nicole

So what is happiness?

Is happiness when one lives within another delusion

Is happiness when one is surrounded by friends

Or is happiness when one lives in seclusion

As to what is happiness

I shall never know

So I shall live each day

With the question below

What is happiness?

By Spencer Allen McMillan

I apoligize...

Well, I must say that I feel really bad for still not finishing the first chapter in a form that I feel is presentable. I became to distracted with my three day weekend that writing was the last thing on my mind. I was playing too much Heavenly Sword and Lair on the Sony Playstation 3.
But, as I feel guilty for saying that I'll have it done in a presentable form by now I will at least post an excerpt from the first chapter. Note, that this is still in rough draft form.

Wayne Gibson sat at his desk, gazing hypnotically at the steady flow of information that scrolled down the monitor. This is where he started each of his mornings, seeing what news there was in the Dome. Of course it was almost always the same, just a whole bunch of people whining over one thing or another. Why did it seemed that all people could do was whine and complain? Even if they didn’t have the government they wanted, they still were still surviving. They were surviving thanks to himself and his family. If it wasn’t for a small resistance cell called The Children of Liberty trying to impose democracy on the people there wouldn’t have to be any curfew at night, no police patrolling “their” streets. Democracy imposed in such a bubble of humanity where the daily lives of the people must be micromanaged for their own survival would only lead to one thing…. Disaster. in such a fragile shell of humanity where everything must be micromanaged would only lead to one thing…. Disaster.

With a sigh of depression, President Gibson stood up from behind his desk and paced over to the wall window to see a city enshrouded by darkness, the only light emanating from the arcs of blue electricity coming down a cable that rose up to the top of the dome and then to heavens above. It was the Space Needle, named after a skyscraper with the same name. The Space needle was the legacy of his family's company, the Gibson-______ Co. The Space Elevator had been designed by his great grandfather, Jax Gibson. Or more commonly known these days as “The Great Savior.”

So yeah, I know that it's only a very small piece to work with, but any input or thoughts would be much appreciated.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Hey, please read this!

First thing I'd like to say that this isn't my official blog of the week, that shall be sometime this weekend. I'm just posting that there is a VERY high chance that I'll have at least something posted this weekend on the story I'm writing. Please read and give me your opinions on it. Any opinion will do, the good, the bad, the ugly, hey you forgot a period. Any feedback what so ever will be much appreciated. All right, I need to head out to physical conditioning right now, so I'll talk to you all later.