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Welcome… I’m New Here! My name is Kevin. What's yours?

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When I was a 1960s child in Cub Scouts, I wrote, directed, & starred in a sketch I wrote called “The Maltese Marble.” Quickly enamored with James Bond & Doc Savage paperbacks, I wrote at least one crime epic I dubbed “The Backup Man.” In graduate school, falling in love with Faulkner, I tried seriously to become a writer. How serious? In the online & offline small press, 100 stories & poems in the SF, horror, crime, & fantasy genre, including a small anthology of stories by me me me. Around 2018, 2019 I was one of the winners in a short play contest put up by the community college where I teach. Fast forward to 2020 and my “Dagger in my Mind” was a co-winner of the New Writing Festival at Theatre Adhoc in Wales. Also on YouTube, you can find my “Without Whom None of This Would’ve Been Possible,” performed by the Woodside Players. They are doing it live in New York City, in October. Serious enough yet?
 
Hi @kjmiller

I'm Jonny, and a very warm welcome to Litopia. Hope you enjoy it. Here's a good link to point out a few of the key areas of activity.
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But, don't be shy. Best thing to do is dive right in. No one here bites.

If you need any further help getting around the colony, then please send me a PM and I’ll be happy to assist if I can.

And yeah, you seem pretty serious about writing to me. ;)
 
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Hi @kjmiller

I'm Jonny, and a very warm welcome to Litopia. Hope you enjoy it. Here's a good link to point out a few of the key areas of activity.
How-to Guide

But, don't be shy. Best thing to do is dive right in. No one here bites.

If you need any further help getting around the colony, then please send me a PM and I’ll be happy to assist if I can.

And yeah, you seem pretty serious about writing to me. ;)
An unsuccessful online writing group I was in recently ended the two hours with an "exercise" in which were supposed to start with what is outside our window. What is outside my window is the red brick wall of the building next door. If anything right outside my window had creative value to me I'd be ... I don't know. A painter, I guess.
 
the red brick wall of the building next door
The noise whispered in tatters of breeze through the grout-lines. Brick dust and rancid odours lifted and drifted through my window, but I couldn't close it. Her voice came with them. Her voice cracked through the splits in the double-brick wall like a sledgehammer into mud, like a leg of mutton onto my head. I couldn't close the window, I couldn't look away. She was coming, one tap of mortar-dust at a time, and I'd be here for her. I'd be her first acolyte. My smile lit up the dust motes as the sun flickered through the deep brick canyon.

-- there's something exciting about everything if looked at through the appropriate genre tropes. I like scary things, so a brick wall to me is indicating something hidden, unknown. People either fear the unknown or celebrate it.
 
The noise whispered in tatters of breeze through the grout-lines. Brick dust and rancid odours lifted and drifted through my window, but I couldn't close it. Her voice came with them. Her voice cracked through the splits in the double-brick wall like a sledgehammer into mud, like a leg of mutton onto my head. I couldn't close the window, I couldn't look away. She was coming, one tap of mortar-dust at a time, and I'd be here for her. I'd be her first acolyte. My smile lit up the dust motes as the sun flickered through the deep brick canyon.

-- there's something exciting about everything if looked at through the appropriate genre tropes. I like scary things, so a brick wall to me is indicating something hidden, unknown. People either fear the unknown or celebrate it.
CageSage, there’s no one quite like you, is there. Xxxx
 
CageSage, there’s no one quite like you, is there. Xxxx
yep. there are millions of writers/creatives, who tend to observe and imagine beyond the boundaries of the physical world, and then share it with those who wish to see that way.
 
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