The World according to Rich


Slight Delay in accountability

Work stuff – Trainer Position opened up internally, and as a non employee contractor I’d really like to get in with the firm so I’ve been studying my ass off prepping for the interview which is today at 3:30 PM CDT –

Regular updates and return to writing should ensue tomorrow – but if I get the gig will likely be put on hold until I get up to speed with the day gig.


Ass In Chair – Accountability and Weekly Challenge.

Greeting and hallucinations it’s been too damned long and it’s time to get off my ass and start posting again and working on my accountability.


Here’s my Current Goals


Long Form – 1667 Words a day 5x a week

Short Form 3 Shorts a week

Idea Bank 5/day 4x per week


I’ve Gotten a couple more Ideas over to the fine folx at Every Photo Tells One has been recorded and lets hope the other is up to muster and I’ll try to get a few more done before their Hiatus ends.  Which brings me to my next project.  In order to keep my ass motivated I need harassment and challenge that’s where I call on you.  If you’re interested in helping me please comment below.


I’m going to start doing a weekly Short Story Challenge.  Get a prompt and see what I can dash out.  I need to sit down and figure out what would be a fair challenge.  Word count, rating, etc.

I need Cheerers and I need Jeerers to prod my ass into getting shit done.  I don’t expect you to blow sunshine up my ass but I don’t need you to hand me my ass wrapped in a pretty pink bow with the word candy scrawled across it in pink frosting.


No excuses about the past it’s past.  I need to keep my head in the present and look to the future, and keep the past in mind to make sure I don’t fall in the same traps.  If you wish to help keep me accountable let me know here and harass me on twitter RAsplundJr!/Rasplundjr

Some out there have my email address and they can harass me there too.

I’ll try to post at the very least twice a week once with my progress about sticking to my goals (and face it it’s going to take time to get up to speed) and once to post up my weekly challenge.

For those that will help keep me on task and participate in this endeavor I say thank you in advance.  To those that choose not to hey no hard feelings, thanks for taking the time to read the post and if you read further updates hope you enjoy.


Suckage and It’s Inevitability

or the alternative title –  Quit bitching and just write already!

Cross Posted over at Random Pimpage

Oddly enough this was originally going to be a Google+ Post but it got lengthy so I thought I’d do something with one of my blogs that I’m too damned lazy to work on.

Trying to take a piece of advice from a Scott Sigler interview.  Basically advice was  – Write a crappy novel put it away for 6 months then come back to it.  See how bad it is and where you need to improve. – That is not to say write on purposefully to be crappy but face it we’re not freaking Mozart and things aren’t going to spring fully formed and perfect to our fingertips and into the computer – (or pen for those of us who still use them) – Similar advice is also given by the Mighty Mur LAfferty in that it’s okay to suck.  And also it’s echoed in  “There is no such thing as good writing, it’s good rewriting” and I have no Idea who originated that quote but I believe I read it in Joel Saltzman’s book on writing  – If You Can Talk You Can Write.

That said for a first attempt (okay so I’ve attempted MANY times and never finished but that’s a horse of another color) I don’t want to use any of my “Darling” Ideas – Because I don’t want them to suck.  But TFB I need to get over myself and realize that EVERYTHING is gonna suck in rough draft if it didn’t suck in rough draft then there would be no need for rewrites, and editors would be out of jobs.  So as far as editors are concerned I guess it makes them happy when we suck as long as we don’t suck to horribly and can improve.

Long story short quit bitching get writing – Lesson Attended – now lets see if I can learn this bitch.

Back in the saddle again

Working on some of my own fiction again, dusted off an older project and then lucked out and found a lot of my notes on it – Google Wave to the freaking rescue man.


Found a nice piece of free software to help me with plotting things along so we’ll see where it goes from here.


I’m trying to pry my ass out of bed earlier each morning to do some writing… managed it a couple of times but it’s not been workign past couple of days.

Well back to the salt mine…

Not an Excuse – An Explanation and an apology.

Yeah I was supposed to come back strong this summer and get my chubby ass back on track and it didn’t happen.  Without going into details, Life got in the way I had decisions to make between writing and crits vs life drama, and sadly drama won.  Some of it was important, some of it was crap that I should have just brushed aside and gotten back to work but at that point I was so thoroughly out of the habit that it was far easier to just flop on the couch and daze than think.

For that I apologize.  I get distracted very easy, and if I’ve been away from things too long drop me a line and bust my chops about when the next post / review / pimpage is coming out.

I do plan on getting back on track both with Pimpage, and my Accountability.  Summer kinda sucked my will to be responsible this year and that’s not an acceptable excuse, I’m sorry that I let laziness creep in and hold sway this summer all I can say is I will do my best to keep up  with my responsibilities that I undertook of my own free will.  Nobody made me start a blog but I really do need to keep up with it.

Harrass me at @RAsplundJr on twitter or here on the blog when I start slacking.

Stage One Day Eleven – Scraps

More scraps from Nightshade… 600ish words today.

Dax was startled when his cell phone rang.  He had not realized that he was that close tot he surface that he actually was able to get signal again.  He grimaced and he glanced at the caller ID display and pressed the button for silence then ignore.  Best not take that call so close to “them”.  Dax knew that even though he could not see them he had company.  They never let humans get too far out of sight in there domain.  When he got surface side he would catch holy hell for putting his fiancée’s father on ignore, but the last thing he wanted is for them to be able to use Liz against him.  The kobolds in the inky blackness around him were not the kindly mischievous house spirits but rather their misshapen soulless brethren that lived in the mines and caves.  The only thing keeping the little monsters from killing Dax is that their master had use for him.

A screeching voice made him jump again.  “Run along human, your task has been given do not tarry here long less the master change his mind about safe passage.”  The little bastard even cackled at him.

Dax hated this deal, hated playing messenger between the surface and what his employer referred to as “downtown” a city under the streets of Chicago, beneath even the old rail tunnels beneath the upper city.  Two years ago Dax would have laughed at the thought of something so big being right under the noses of city above.  Monsters living so close to humans and nobody ever suspected it.  Dax would have told somebody if there was anyone that would not think he was off his nut.  What was worse is those that would not think he was insane, they would be in service just like him.  That means that his family would be in jeopardy.  Indentured servitude to a vampire was not the way he wanted to spend his life.  But if he did not do as he was told then his family would be slaves in undeath.  Dax trudged up the path that would lead him to the secret exit to the pedway trying to figure out a way to get out of this take his Ma and sister and Liz and just run to where the vampire could never find him.  Dax jumped as a hand touched his shoulder coming out of the secret door.

“You don’t look so good kid.”  The stranger grabbed Dax by the chin and turned his head back and forth looking over his face and neck.  “Nothing up top, I’ll take your word that there’s nothing down below if you give it.  Too jumpy to have been turned more than a couple days if you have been turned at all.  What business did you have with Barov kid?”

Dax gawked at the man standing there in a black duster, and sunglasses.  It was the middle of August and freaking hot and sweaty even here in the climate controlled pedway and why the hell was he wearing sunglasses underground at nine in the evening?  “None of your business freak… Wait you know Barov?”

“Crime lord leech and general asshat?  Yeah I know the bloated tick.  What I’m trying to figure out is if I have to tie you up and stick you back in the shaft, or whether I can count on you to keep your mouth shut go home pack and GTFO of dodge before his ‘people’ declare war.”

Dax backed up against wall. “War?”  He stared at the man.  “You’re going to start a war with vampires?”

Nightshade removed his sunglasses, the red light from his glowing eyes shone bright lighting the alcove in a blood red light.  “Not all of them.”

Stage One Day Ten – Scraps

Little more dealing with My Brother’s Keeper –

This was kinda how I imagined the story opening –

Xandar hated dry land.  He hated the dammed tradition that kept him on it for one month out of three.  Hated to pretend to be less than he was more than anything else.  He looked up at the young woman for the hundredth time since he was forced to dock; she leaned on her sword lecturing him about balance.

“I cannot understand how one so graceful on the deck of a ship can step like a lame foal on land.”  She laughed as she offered a hand to help him to his feet.

“Let us practice on the deck of my and we’ll see how things change.”  Xandar took the hand and stood.  He was a proud man, but he was also a prudent man.  He understood the ruse.  Another tradition handed down since the first of his line sat on the throne.

The captain of the king’s elite guard gave him a wink as she helped the young merchant sailor to his feet.  “The king said you’d say that.”

“My brother knows me better than most.”  Xandar gave the woman an appraising look.  She was much too sharp for his own comfort.  If Roland wasn’t careful about what was said in her presence he might have to exile her.  “Captain, I appreciate the drilling, but I grow tired of being knocked to my back for the day. “  He bowed to her taking her gauntleted hand and kissing her fingertips like he would a lady of the court.  Then he swept away towards his apartments.

“Prince Xandar, I…” she stammered.  She stared daggers at the Prince’s back as he walked away.  Elsa Daggerforge hated the training sessions with the arrogant prince but her duty to the king and royal family made her keep up the sessions.  She hated his flirting.  She hated having to beat him so badly in the practice duels.  Though there was something satisfying about putting the man on his arrogant backside she found appealing.  If he were not so handsome it would not be so distracting but the man’s arrogance made her realize the flirting for what it was.  Though there was something about Xandar that did not add up.  He was so deft of mind, yet so unsure of foot on dry land.  She had seen him aboard his ship; he was a captain that worked beside his men.  He was like a spider in the rigging moving with inhuman grace.  Put him on good old fashioned solid ground and he moved slow and deliberate like he did not trust the grounds stability.

Two weeks ashore with another two maybe three to come.  There were pirates in the west that needed to be tended to, and the only crew Xandar could trust to do the deed was stuck in harbor waiting for its captain to finish his penance for being born into the royal family.  Xandar thanked the gods that Roland had been born first.  Looking around he grimaced he missed the rolling of the deck beneath his feet.  The salt in his face the wind in his ears called to him.  Duty was duty however.  He and the rest of the elder four behind Roland took turns cycling through the court keeping abreast of current events.  Xandar found it painfully dull.  He missed the sea.  He missed not having to pretend to be a foppish fool, instead of what he was.  It was hard to hide his predatory nature, the longer he stayed away from the sea the harder it was to control.  On the Surface Xandar appeared to be a typical spoiled royal brat, but out on the waves he was able to be a hero.  Yes his people thought he was a villain and hated him, but there were those that knew that the greatest scourge of the seas actually worked for the king.  Pretending to be his enemy to draw out those that would harm the king was something Xandar was trained at since he could walk.