SNOW ANGELS

I fled down the hill and into the snow trying to erase what she had said.  I ran kicking up the ice and inhaled.  Gulping and running down into the gully, I had to get away from her.  She can’t find me right now, no.  Not while I had tears blinding me and my head aching.  My hands were wet and freezing and heavy.

“David!”  I ignored her.  How could she say such things?  I meant nothing to her.  Did she just come to the realization this morning while we had breakfast?  She was so beautiful and smart and vivacious.  Now she didn’t want me.  Maybe she never cared at all.

The woods were deep and covered in white, luscious cold blankets of unforgiving wet.  I was up to my shins and running. south I think.  I heaved in gulps of frozen air and felt the pang of terror.  What if she follows me to try to smooth thing over?  What if she wants to be friends?

I could never be friends with someone who so casually ripped my heart out.  Could I?  She would be oh so condescending and outline what friendship is and what it isn’t.

I could hear her somewhere in the distance yelling my name and I tried closing myself off.  She was ringing in my ears, “David!”  But I wouldn’t listen.  I dare not listen.  She would make me weak.  My heart was ruined and things could never return to the moment before she broke-up with me.

I stopped running so I could catch my breath.  The snow was coming down in layers of fluff and I turned to look for my tracks.  I hadn’t even brought a jacket on my haphazard trek down into the deep woods.  I was freezing.

My tracks were almost completely buried.  What was I thinking? Running off in the middle of a terrible snow storm?  I started to run back up the hills and in Cynthia’s direction, but I no longer heard her yelling my name.  I could only now see what was in front of me.

A small cabin.

It was dark and lonely and unpainted and the wood looked layered and unfortunate. There were no lights or movement and I needed to get out of the storm. I fixed my gaze on its deep meaning and knew it meant salvation.

The cabin in the dark snowy woods.

TO BE CONTINUED.

 

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TWO CREATORS YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT!

Creativity comes in many different forms.  I take inspiration from people who are furthering themselves and their art by taking brave steps into the  unknown and following those journeys with faith and abandon.

Two of these creators are very different, yet the drive to be a success and the diligence to become achieving creators is very similar.  I give you writer-editor Brian K. Morris and painter Margaret Irene.

Brian Morris has written and acted in as variety of projects.  His latest book “features comic scripts from The Haunting Tales of Bachelors Grove comic book, as well as advice on how to write comic horror and break into the independent comics market.”  Check it out:  https://www.amazon.com/Haunting-Scripts-Bachelors-Grove-Death-ebook/dp

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Margaret Irene is a painter I discovered on Facebook.  She uses fresh perspectives and vibrant colors to express the natural beauty of her surroundings.  She does commissions and is reasonably priced.  Check her out at margaretidean.com.

 

I was mean to a fellow writer…

On a Facebook forum for writers, I was professionally mean.  I won’t tell you names that will incriminate me but the story goes like this: amateur writer states that several novels had terrible writing in them and I kind of took offense.  The books she called out were best-sellers that critics and other writers hated.  I tried to say “Hey it’s not professional or nice to bash other writers just because they are successful.”  What I said was, “Hey don’t bash these writers, especially when you haven’t been published.”  How dare she give her opinion on these crappy writers and their crappy books when her crappy book hasn’t seen the light of day.  It was mean-spirited and a few writers agreed with me and a few called me out on my attitude about the whole thing.  One guy got a bit hostile and he and i fought it out before he took the high road and left.  What did I prove?  One guy quoted Stephen King and said, “Hey King says those books are crappy!”  My response was that King looked old and grumpy to say all that.

Another person pointed out that I looked old and grumpy concerning the entire affair.

It’s all about words and the meaning of words can be used to stir up all kinds of emotions.  I have been accused of being unkind and pointed to friend and foe alike in the past.

I apologized and deleted my mean comments.

That’s not the legacy I want to leave behind.  (Even if I was right all along.)

 

This post is about writing, well sort of…

Hello my friends:

Some of you might already know that my wife and I had to put our beloved dog, Cosmo to sleep.  Cosmo was purchased as a puppy by the two of us long before we were married.  He was a pug of great character and a true friend.  He was with us for eleven great years and he was a true-blue friend and first-rate companion.  As a pug, Cosmo, was not the smartest cookie in the jar, and surely wasn’t the greatest athlete or the most heroic…but he was loyal and sweet and a charmer.  All he ever wanted was something to snack on, and lap to take his nap on.  He will be sorely missed.

Regardless, I do want to talk about writing.  Over the years, I have spent much of time writing comic scripts for artists, and editors and companies that no longer exist or never saw the light of real publication.  Some of you know how that feels, some of you don’t.  But I want to share with you something that has made a huge difference to me.

I have discovered the world of New Pulp.

New Pulp is a genre that is taking the scene by storm and there several publishers.  Some publishers prefer classic pulp “public-domain” characters and some publishers prefer character-driven stories that use original characters and themes.  Regardless I feel like my writing style fits in Pulp and I am attacking the genre with passion and drive of a two-fisted cowboy looking for a horse to ride.

Here are some of the projects that I have on completed and some simmering on the burner.

1. My comic script five-page short story, titled “Der Geiger” has been accepted for publication at Time Bomb Comics.

2. My prose story titled “Exile From Avalon,” has been accepted for publishing by Pro Se Press.  I am learning the ropes of Pulp under the tutelage of a new friend Derrick Ferguson.  I was referred to Derrick by Editor-In-Chief Tommy Hancock, and Derrick took the time to help me edit this story and make it publishable.  Thank you both!

3.  Derrick in turn, advised me to query the great Air Chief Ron Fortier at Airship 27 Productions.  After reviewing my query the Air Chief requested a two-page writing sample.  I needed to show that I had a basic understanding of Pulp and could write action that is key to the genre.  I wrote a two-page action sequence for my character “The American Fighting Seahawk,” and waited for Ron’s response.  I was rewarded with the opportunity to write a story for Airship 27.  The assignment is a 15,000 word story involving a character called the Purple Scar.  This assignment has been rewarding and I hope that my finished draft is green-lighted for publication.

I intend to keep everyone up to date on my progress!

Thank you and hug your pets today.

J. Ramos

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Hello Everyone.

I have started blogging and primarily my goal is to use this blog to discuss my experiences as a writer.

I invite anyone and everyone to take part in my discussion/experience, leave comments and overall enjoy or ignore what I have to say.

This is my first blog, but I will put more about my background and writing in the next Post.

Thanks!

J. Ramos