Sunday, November 24, 2013

Battle Journal Entry (1)



Prologue: The mind functions in control and uncontrolled emotions such as stress and hate. Artistically its important to control this mess because it is my job as a writer to keep it COOL while defusing the 5 second bomb of nuclear professional melt down. Needless to say I have accomplished the impossible and saved my life’s work from a computer who has taken on a roll of an AI that chose to be a complete pain and picked the worse day ever to start malfunctioning in great protest

It was a bleak cold Sunday, I was dry in the mouth, my morning was that of the smell of coffee and peanuts.

Having dealt with a similar issue in my command before the once ally of great influence and Wikipedia had once again gone rouge. My life’s work was barricaded by the enemy known as a technological glitch. A common bastard, known as personal terrorist of the often quaint and peaceful world of networking. Of course like all wars, such violence can be avoided if only both sides came to an agreement of normal function.

Ragging battlefield of keystrokes and mouse clicks, error codes and log in rejections. With a stick in hand I rode in on my chicken... screaming at the top of my lungs ”MAKE OUT NOT WAR”!skeleton on chicken

I General Hoyt have obtained victory through peace.

Like any after math the post apocalypse, lead me to find a reason to move on, to admit complete deletion of all but the foundations of what my soon to be writing career will be built upon (Which will begin with a mass of rejection letters) and like any hero lived in the destruction and found a new resurrection. Now I tell all writers who may have to fight this enemy on their own technological battlefields…two words that guarantee absolute flawless victory.





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