“And on your left… a whole lot of nothin’”

Hello fellow travelers. This is your resident blogger speaking.

It appears as if we’ve just burned through our first (rather) substantial quiet period here on our outward journey. Call it a void, the Big Empty, or a whole lot of nothing.. it seems I’ve succumbed to that which plagues even the greatest amongst us.

But fear not; Outwardbounder is not without her helmsman.

Yes I know, it may look as if this ship’s been hurtling blind and trackless.. But I’ve prepared my barrel-full of excuses. It’s practically bubbling over-

I’ve been below deck (that’s my last nautical metaphor, I promise), seeing to some ‘real life’ duties that puts food on the table and keeps an internet connection humming. You know – general long term welfare type stuff. I’ve recently taken a new job and have just got over that baby-giraffe-wobbly period where it seems I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. 10 hour days have seemingly cut into my fanciful side.

But no longer!

I’m actually cranking out a rough draft of this very post here on the first break o’ the day. This ship cannot be stopped! (Damn)

In the meantime, I’ve had one helluva backlog in creativity. It’s like a dam that’s sectioned off all of my creative juices. As you can see from all of these awkward and particularly forced metaphors.. I gotta tear that sonofabitch down!

It’s high time that I let you guys know that Outwardbounder is alive and kicking, and there are actually some pretty cool undertakings in the works.

First off: Peer reviews! I’ve found it my good fortune to be reading some very cool works by some writer friends of mine. I’ve gone over their stuff at some length and have always been impressed. I love being a part of this step in the process, and am so grateful that they’ve sought out my input.

Check these guys out here and here. You wont be disappointed.

This is a perfect way to get my head back in the game. I’m completely open to other such reviews as well, if you’re so inclined. I would be happy to post them on this humble blog as well… if… if you’re so inclined. Hit me up.

Second off: That creative backlog, I mentioned. It’s overwhelming. The stuff has been ricocheting between my cerebral hemispheres for far too long. You know you should start getting that stuff on paper after you’ve started your 4th, 5th or 17th story outline. A man can only take so much brainstorming before it has some kind of permanent effect.

I’ve got one about a time traveler that projects himself to the end of the universe; one momentous slice at a time.

A guy’s family reunion with a long lost Neanderthal.

Human intelligence seen from a ruthless cephalopod’s POV.

An alien hive-mind cloud whose idea of greeting involves skewering, impaling, and piercing.

One with universe hopping the long way around – i.e, waiting for a habitable universe to evolve up around you.

And most importantly, dinosaurs that might not be dinosaurs but probably are because they’re awesome enough to be actual dinosaurs.

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–As you might imagine, my daydreaming and actual-dreaming have been pretty hectic lately.

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. For those of you that find such things agreeable; Outwardbounder will be experiencing a concerted effort by her captain to make a comeback. My presence on twitter has been spiking again, and I’ve devoted some time to Pinterest in a means to kickstart that ever-elusive artistic muse.

Check them both out. They’re full of creative, interesting people. And they’re a good way to ruminate on imaginative subjects. That’s the service I strive to provide, after all.

I’ve also got my mind on beginning a proper youtube page, with possible video accompaniment for these blog posts. DeviantART seems like a good idea for my cartoony doodling skills as well. Any content is good content, right?

Once again: Thanks for sticking around, if you did. Many welcomes to those first-timers. Much love to all you guys. Kick back, check out a story or poem or two; on me. There’s bound to be more incoming not far on that galactic horizon.

Antediluvian: Words on Wednesdays

A piece of flash fiction inspired by the good folks at The Write Practice and their word of the week format. Constraints were to include a President and a storm. The times we live in, eh?

Also! Congrats Obama.

Antediluvian

adjec­tive:

  •  of or relat­ing to the period before the flood described in the Bible
  • made, evolved, or devel­oped a long time ago
  • extremely prim­i­tive or outmoded

The hibernating ship Anomalocaris began to stir after a universe long slumber. Ageless subroutines booted to life on a solar scale. In the time it took a nearby star to first luminesce under thermonuclear fusion, Anomalocaris’ antediluvian systems managed to become self-sufficient.

Life signs spiked deep within the rousing vessel. A president awoke to raucous clamoring that permeated from outside the hull. He ran a diagnostic and learned that a system was ejecting far too much radiation to conform with known stellar parameters. This universe could not be so different; he was awake after all.

Sensors reached out into the storm, relying on outmoded detection algorithms. Equally antediluvian methods filtered data effectively, yet slowly. Feedback reported in an instant. The president’s display banished pools of darkness from his face with a shock of plasma. His irises contracted in the light.

Anomalocaris’ armor plating, usually relegated to protection against eroding timespans, was under direct attack. Bombardment rocked her as she woke. Had been pummeling while she slept. He checked: For millennia. A static appraisal revealed that there was indeed an intelligent cause. Radio bands were chockfull of chatter. Alien sounds.

“Kids these days,” the president said. His voice was a rasp. He’d wake his constituents. It was time to go to war.