Why cant I write?

June 5, 2010 1 comment

Greetings Reader,

I noticed recently its getting harder for me to write. I wonder why? Is it hard? I know what I want to write, and even when I have time to jot it down…I because its dont sometimes. Do I even want to write? Writing is the reason I exissit. Maybe its because i want to be able to find a true friend to express my self with. No not a girlfriend, those things cost more than theyre worth ;P.

Anyways, My focus is what gives me my creative edge, however im wondering if I can really do this. I mean of course I can, but I want to be able to have a bit more confidence.

Oh well, thats all for my rant.

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Back on track [06/01/10]

Hah! Only an hour and a half into this new month and creativity rears its transfiguring head. I recently got an idea for a scene in my DC inspired novel I’m working on J. I won’t say much on my blogs since I don’t want DC catching wind of this. Long story short here I am a 3:41am 6/1/10 writing…STILL. I gotta finish up this scene and hit the sack see ya.

FUCK! Its barely half a day later and tragedy has already befallen me. My latest notes got deleted off of my palm pilot. The equivalent of 20 fucking pages of details for my stories technology, plot, characters, and events. I couldn’t move for nearly ten minutes after discovering it. However after calming down and listening to my favorite motivational song I am able to write this to vent my frustration and get back to work. Im partially thankful, it’s a wakeup call and a lesson for the future.

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Oakland Running Festival

Well it has been over a week now and I still haven’t posted anything on the event :(. My apology to my contacts and friends who have been patiently waiting.

 My quad pain has finally gone away. However my knee and hip are still coming along, but they aren’t a hindrance. If you’re wondering where I got this pain from you can thank the Oakland Running Festival. Just kidding, my lack of training is what really did it. However, the event was still a great success for all, even a poacher like me :).

Sunday March 26th was the Inaugural Oakland Running Festival. I rode on my bike from mile 22 marker to the finish taking a bunch of videos and photos of the runners of the relay, half, and full marathon. As I rode by each person I ensured that I said something encouraging to each person and group on the course as I passed. Sadly my camera doesn’t record audio so I don’t have all the great sounds of the event such as the cheering, clapping and cowbells (and no we did not need more cowbell ;). 

The crowd support was wonderful! Spectators (willing and unwillingly) cheered and honked along the course. I heard from a pair –pictured below—that even the BART driver had tooted for them. The entire city was excited about this. We’ve been missing this for 25 years, so its good to have it come back

I heard an estimate of 9000 (including the 1000 in the 5k) participated in the events over that weekend. However, that’s from what I heard, not what I know. I’m going to find out how many actually took part by poking around a bit when I can. Or if anyone knows and is willing to take time to post it below please do and I’ll correct the number if need be.

 

 

A personal special thanks to:

 

Joel and his wife (for the dinner =)

Ribs and Things BBQ (for providing said dinner)

Dennis Guikema (for being a great friend and getting the word out early about the Oakland Marathon almost SIX months in advance)

Brent Allen (For keeping the runners moving with that great voice and for interviewing me on race day)

Gene (A big thanks to this guy for coming down to give Oakland a marathon. It took a year and a half to get it here, but it came and was wonderful :)

Michal (for being my teacher and in support of the Ella foundation, and thanks to that team I was able to stash my bag since bag check declined me.)

Jeadi (for being a supportive teacher and new friend)

Tod Vedock (for valiantly guiding the volunteers with admirable leadership.

Volunteers (for making it happen and being a driving force on race day)

Buzz (For helping coordinate the event and just for being cool and able to talk to)

Fairy lady (For welcoming runners into fairy land with a smile in a fairy kind way) 

To all the courageous runners.

 

Group thanks to:

 

InspireOakland.com

Oakland police Department

Oakland Fire department

Muscle Milk

Cliff Bar

 

Heres some other great sites about the Oakland Running Festival:

Inspireoakland.com

Official Oakland Marathon website

Lake Merrit Joggers and Striders

 

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What month is it?

February 17, 2010 Leave a comment

Holy hell its February! What does that mean? For me as an African American aiming to become a Scifi writer and help the world…alot. It should at least. However I nearly forgot about my work as life began to pile up. However, during black history month, and every day before and after, I should be trying to make history. Just came back inside to the lab, and guess what it smells like SUMMER :D! Or something to that effect.

Anyways, im off, class soon.

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V-Day update

February 14, 2010 Leave a comment

Hello Reader, Happy Valentines Day

How do you like the new site layout? I changed it when I saw someone with one that looked too close to mines for comfort. Anyways, sorry I’ve been off the writing circuit for so long. Home life can really damage a career if you know what I mean :(. Anyways, I hope to have an updated version of Zo up again soon. ntil next time Reader, be well.

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ZO [Chapter 1]

January 25, 2010 Leave a comment

Who did this? I cant read their writing :(. Res is too low.

Hey everyone, especially those from the SFS ;).  Thank you very much  for coming to my site. I have something that I’m happy enough with to post here :D. I won’t give away the story, but just so you aren’t confused, this is a short story I’m working on,  NOT the main novel Three Worlds. Also, the setting for this story was inspired by the picture above, if anyone, ANYONE knows the artist please let me know. I want to find them thank them, and give them credit :).

Anyways, here’s the story, enjoy ^^. Please give critique, even if it’s a common error, spelling, or grammar. I know this version is shabby, but still. Here you go, enjoy ^^!

ZO

By

Darnell Johnson


Chapter 1

We lived with Mother. She gave us everything. We played in her vast fields and valleys. Her infinite breath filled our lungs, even when we didn’t deserve it, she supplied. We wanted more water, she gave. We wanted more land, she gave. We wanted more food, she gave. We wanted less of her previous less evolved children burdening us, she took them away.

When we were born by our real mother, she decided to keep us. So Mother decided to send mom and us away. Later, mom would tell us that if we stayed, we may have eventually become a burden to Mother.

As we moved beyond Mothers silver circular ‘fence’ surrounding her, I remember being so excited about our journey to live with her Daughter I couldn’t stop kicking my legs. My older siblings were excited too. They were arguing over it because they were so excited and had different views about the greatness it held. However, a lot of people in the craft that I didn’t know, but still coming with us. They didn’t seem too excited, most hung their heads down. Maybe they were just tired of waiting and when we arrived, they would release their happiness.

When we touched down on her Daughter’s landing pad, I was the first to dash out of the opening bay doors. Even though we didn’t live with our Mother anymore, we still had a wonderful view of her. Beyond the clear titanic dome. she sat, blue, green, and purple, in the blackness of the unknown, surrounded by a silver ring in her orbit: her fence. But why, were we outside of it?

The image of mother, and the feeling were replaced with a sudden blackness. A buzzing filled my head as I came too. The buzzing faded and was replaced with the echo of voices. I didn’t know if I had been out for 3 seconds or 3 minutes. I looked around to see dozens of people filling a long white circular corridor. The right side was lined with glass, and beyond that glass was…GREEN! I stood and stumbled over to the glass and pressed my face against it. Ouch. Apparently I hurt my face somehow. I guess I tripped. For the first time in years, I hadn’t seen vegetation like this since childhood.

I’m home mother!’ I thought excitedly, my eyes panning the scenery; my eyes glanced up at the horizon to see that’s where the view ended, with a clear view of space, and of Mother.

…I’m not home.’ I realized with a sudden horror. Then the memories rushed back into my mind, so fast that it hurt. I was running, running from patrols, making my way toward the mass driver terminals below. As I ran down this terminal, a security bot hit me with an amnesia spark, zapping my short term memory temporarily, and knocking me unconscious, thus face planting.

Thankfully, I ran much faster than these outsourced human guards employed on this deck. I wonder if their even trying. Maybe they get paid not to catch me. If they had been able to keep pace, they would’ve been there when their bot got me. I had just started making my way down the terminal when a guard finally made it to this corridor and spotted. He was too far away to even try and run and catch me, and after my little nap, I was ready for anything. I sprinted forward. He was radioing in help. I zoomed down the corridor toward the turn point further up. However, a blue and white helmed guard I didn’t see stepped out into my path. I violently pushed him forward sending him sliding at the same speed as me for several feet. As he slid alongside me, he snatched at my ankles as they chopped through the air. I unintentionally kicked his hand and steamed forward. He cried out in pain at his injury. Though inadvertent if given a choice I still would’ve hit him.  Another guard came dashing out a food shop far ahead of me. He aimed a beam rifle at me and waited for me to get closer. Behind me I could hear other guards clearing the aisle for the shot and in this setting; he could only fire his weapon at point blank range for the safety of others. I could jump. Couldn’t I? I knew death awaited me if I kept going, but I wasn’t going to stop running now to later walk a life of hell on that moon. I kept running straight toward death. I nearly closed my eyes tell voice kept them open.

“Hey what are you doing later tonight?” a woman asked cheerfully to her headset as she strode out of the shop just before bumping into the guard. He teetered, but still kept him aim.

“What the fuck are you in my way for!?” she snapped shoving him to the floor, dropping his weapon.  I ran past her as she unleashed a flurrly of insults at the man for hindering her conversation. I smiled in relief. So close to death, now so far away.

I Turned down the corridor leading to the lower concourse where my terminal was. ‘Coincidentally’ there was a line of batoned guards waiting to beat me down, but I didn’t stop moving.

“Sorry folks, but I really gotta fly!” I said as I leaped onto one of their heads and leaped off over the balcony behind them. I fell down towards a purple slide moving people up and down. Just below me were two children slide racing down it. Something I had loved to do as a child while we waited to go to the moon. I landed ass first on the fleximatriel and zoomed past the sliding duet.

“CHEATER!” shouted the little boy. I hit the ground feet first and began running. This concourse was bathed in warm blues and purples. Along the wall 3D images of beautiful cites and oceans were displayed. Projected treetops and birds moved lively overhead across the ceiling. The sights of home, I remembered them all.

“I’m going home. Im going home. Im going home. Im going home….” I kept telling myself that as I ran toward the docking bay of the spherical carriage for the mass driver. I saw people with helmets on taking their seats. I was almost through the door, the glass shut and the door sealed. I slammed into the glass door, crying and pounding on it. I watched as the carriage zipped away. I dint realize I was crying ‘til I saw my reflection, then a guard struck me unconscious.

Luckily for him he knocked me out, or I woulda knocked his damn jaw off, even with that helmet on. Sadly for me however, I’m damned to live another day in hell once I wake from unconsciousness. Maybe ill play sleep.

TBC…

From the Author:

Thank you for taking time to read ZO. When i update it you may want/have to re read it as I may make a few changes of events. Tell me what you think. DONT hold your tongue.

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Happy NYE to the end of the old world :D

December 31, 2009 1 comment

Hello Reader,

Within the next 2.5 hours (as of now), the world will end, as we know it. No I dont mean the apocalyptic kind the 2012 retards believe in, but the kind where the old die, and the new is born, and no I mean the ‘death panel’. For me it means that the old lazy DJ is going out the window, as the novelist I aspire to be, comes through the front door. I plan to do this by doing more than making a few promises. I plan on following up. Starting with my commitment to post ZO here.

Also, to the privileged few that can see this, welcome, and happy new year :D!

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