Why will Red Cowboys have a tagline?

 

The Literal.

There’s always bit of guilty fantasising about your bo0k becoming a movie. I see most of the scenes I write inside my head like I’m watching a movie I can barely control. I gently guide or curb it when certain ends have to tie up or running themes/subplots have to be emphasised etc but that’s usually all. So of course I had an idea for the song while the end credits rolled on my King of Spades film! King of Spades’ end is abrupt and could leave a few people feeling unsatisfied if they weren’t looking hard enough…I wanted an audience to know that it’s not the end. I mean, how could it be?!

A section of Red Cowboys is in the epilogue area of in King of Spades. It hints there was more to Cleo’s last scene. EG: WHY and HOW does MDS HQ have the uniform she was killed in?

Aside from an epilogue or after-credits-sneak-peek at the next film, I thought about the song that would play when credits rolled. I needed something that conveyed the way Agent Starr felt at the end of King of Spades. I included it in his “about page” here.  “Deserts of dust” is a line from the song “GONE,” by The Butterfly Effect,  which I tweaked to mean something a little more personal. I didn’t know much about the band at the time the song was around, but, when I heard it, I heard Trent Starr.

The Metaphoric and Similie.

Agent Starr has spent time in different deserts and in the dust; where he lives at HQ, and also in the warzones he’s deployed to. When he’s home, he has his psychological well-being to struggle with. When he’s deployed, he has his physical well-being to protect as well. It’s all deserts, and either place makes his mind and disposition murky and dusty. It also represented the inclusion of Cleo in his life – whether in or separated by desert or dust/death (ashes to ashes, dust to dust) she’s still there.

Lyrically, his words.

The wonderful thing about music and art is that they speak to us in different ways. Sometimes it isn’t widely accepted as the way the artist saw the piece when they created it. We interpret things on our level, where we are emotionally or imaginatively, or based on our past experiences. That’s what makes these things awesome, because you contribute to the art by viewing it from your own perspective.  Agent Trent Starr would identify with the lyrics in orange. Lyrically, I found a number of meanings or takeaways from the song. It seemed to grasp the confusion, the (what we call in Australia) dummy spit, the depression, the emotional exhaustion and more of not being with someone who was your best friend, partner and constant.

 

“GONE”   The Butterfly Effect

I’m all alone on the road, High water tide underneath the flood,
In deserts of dust if I must i will stand,  ===He will do he needs to , regardless of how he feels.
These are my promises,                     ===Trent Starr believes in always keeping his word. 

I hope you’re winning the war,         === Regarding Cleo Darkrose disappearing prior to their assignment in KOS. 
Make everything like it was before,
All that we were we can still be again,     ===But he still thinks they could have a relationship again. 
I swear,

I’m afraid you’re gone,

I don’t want you, I don’t want you to go, ==Duh.
I’ve got the sun in my eyes,              
I didn’t see you passing me by,  ==He was preoccupied with work/mental issues- his absence when Cleo’s friend                                                                         died. 
I just want you,
I just want you to know,

Inside of me forever you’ll go,

Now I just want to go home,      ===When you get that feeling like FUCK DIS and want to bail on everything because you’re exhausted and confused.
Carried by all that was ever known,
Held in these hands if I must I will stand,

Given these promises,

Now I’ve been running too long,
These feet are too tired to carry on, Weighing us down,

if you’re gone I will drown,        ===Trent Starr was looking/counting on an anchor (Cleo) when he returned to HQ in KOS.
I’m afraid you’re gone,

I don’t want you, I don’t want you to go,
I’ve got the sun in my eyes,
I didn’t see you passing me by,
I just want you, I just want you to know,

If forever exists,
Inside me is where you belong,
If forever exists,

I’ve got the sun in my eyes,
I didn’t see you passing me by,
Now I’ve been running too long,
To carry on,
I don’t want you, I don’t want you to go,
I’ve got the sun in my eyes, I’m afraid you’re gone,
If forever exists,
Inside me is where you belong,    ===♠SPOILER FOR RED COWBOYS LOOK AWAY NOW.♠♠  Trent Starr has a DNA-ink tattoo of Cleo’s name.

If forever exists….

from https://www.elyrics.net

 

The book has insight into Agent Trent Starr’s life, mentality, quirks and also morals. He keeps his word. He believes “it’s the only currency worth shit.”  We explore whether this is a noble premise or whether it’s an Achilles’ heel in his current world and his fragile mental state. Oh, this Darkrose Novel has it all ; blasting baddies and getting our emo and psycho-analytical on.

 

 

TLDR:

*GONE by The Butterfly Effect is a good song. 

*I want it for the end credits should a big wig Hollywood exec want to buy the rights to screen KOS.

*Red Cowboys is action-packed but also deeeep. 😛

*Music and Art saves lives.

* I’m good at analysis and it’s fun.

*Sign up to the newsletter. It’s not spammy. 

 

 

 

 

 

Cowboy.” 1, Traditional animal herder who tends cattle on ranches usually in the North American region.

2, Derogatory term describing someone who is reckless, ignores potential risks, irresponsible or who heedlessly handles a sensitive or dangerous task.

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The first written-on-paper story I can remember telling anyone was short. I was six/seven years old. It was at a school assembly, and I was young and very scared. They school held assemblies in three places.  We could have it on bitumen in the courtyard in the mornings if it was mild weather. When it was hot or too cold, we would have everyone gather undercover in a big room in an unused wing of the school. When it was a short one or smaller group, we held the assembly in the back courtyard of the school.

It was a corner with a circle concrete “stage” that was ground level and had lecture theatre type semi-circular old white stone seating. The small courtyard had tall gates that shut off some of it (I guess they locked up at night? -not well enough though 😉 but that’s a story for another time.) It had the impression of being old, and the joins of the gates were rusty at the bottom where the painted white palings stuck into the bottom strip of heavy steel. It was also a kind of mouldy place with moss stains because no one ever really used that section. I actually don’t know why we had our assembly there that day, unless it was only for the lower grades or something. There were a few parents sitting on the white stone but most of them were standing because I now know, as an adult, having to get that low to the ground to sit is fucking annoying.

I loved writing-a LOT-already. By that stage, I ‘d started writing poems and putting together lyrics. I was singing with my best friend we’d record songs when we had sleepovers. Even though I was a shy kid at school, I wanted to pursue these kinds of arts. It fed something I still don’t have a name for but I know it needs to be abated with acting, singing, art, writing, growing food etc…or else things get a little funky up in my brain.

I enjoyed “creative writing” at school. The hour or so when the teacher gave up on us after lunch and wanted everyone to STFU. Sometimes in the mornings too.  The story this post is about was handwritten in pencil. #oldendays  I coloured the edges of my paper with black crayon, scratchy colouring in around the body of the text to make the focus of the paper a kind of sloppy circle. It had red scribbles too and I drew a UFO with yellow ovals for windows.

I don’t remember the specifics of the actual story, except I was abducted by aliens. The teachers liked it enough to feature it in the next school assembly…and for me to read it. it was all very rushed and it felt like maybe the teacher had forgotten they had to get their class to present something so they threw me under the bus. I actually recall it being so impromptu that I’m pretty sure neither of my parents came. Up until then, I was happy the adults liked my story, I was happy it looked pretty and that I’d got a gold sticker etc for it. I thought it was a pretty good story too, I remember that it was different from the work of the other kids.

*dun dunn DUNNNNN* As the school assembly crept closer…I was happy I’d done something well enough to impress people (it wasn’t hard, some kids bordered on being intellectually disabled at this school, I swear,) buttt I didn’t want to do it, I never was a “popular kid.” I worried about how it was going to go and if I’d screw it up or people would laugh at me.

Things become surreal when you are going to perform or show your art etc etc etc. You no longer think about the piece, or dialogue lines, or what it means to you – because it’s about to mean something to others. And that means it has to be delivered to the best of your ability.

♠Even at this age, it seemed like my achievement was snatched away by anxiety before I could enjoy it for me. 

Lol Ahh, the life of an artiste *insert dramatic sigh and faint here* or maybe it’s just me.

After my aliens were scooting me around the galaxy, I distinctly remember being bored AF of writing the story, knowing if I added anything else, this thing would go on way too long soooo…I did the thing.

You know, the thing.

The thing you do where you’re told you can’t use more than one page, or when you have a time limit or word count limit that’s snuck up on you…

—then you quickly scrawl, “….And then I woke up.”

Even at that age, I knew I couldn’t do it. Either we were told not to do that, or I already somehow knew that it was a cliche faux pas…either way I was foiled!

Soooo, I modified it…

I wrote a few lines about wanting to end the adventure with my aliens and THEN I wrote a line that I thought would work.

I can SEE my handwriting on the paper (in my head) at the bottom of the page among the crayon. The last line of my story ended with

“And then I went home to my mummy and my daddy.” 

I remember looking down at the paper, standing in front of the mic with all these people watching, having a split second decision to make. I wanted to be cooler. I thought about saying my MUM and DAD instead of what I’d written…but my teacher was behind me, over my shoulder (they did that to help the other kids read.) With that pressure, I  just said it.

I heard a whole lot of “N’awww” sounds and small chuckles as soon as the words ended. I felt like a freakn idiot, so much that apparently I still think about it decades later.

 

 

TLDR: 

*Wrote a story once.

*It was about aliens.

*Embarrassed myself.

*My mum massacred my head.

*Not to get all psycho-analytical, but shiiiittt our paths really are carved at 6?!

*Sign up for my eventual newsletter. It’s only going to be whatever the week brings – a blog post, 2 insta pics and any updates to keep you in the loop. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I am woman. Hear me roar…And then get gored by wild boars. 

I play games to relax sometimes. This is a post about a game. Back to writing advice, bitching about life and talking about the Darkrose Novels next time.

 

I got Valheim. I’d had my eye on it for months, after friends and a YouTube gamer I follow gave it good reviews. It cost more than I wanted to spend and the one person I would have wanted to co-op with, made it obvious they wouldn’t always want to play. So, I just turned my attention to other games that I enjoyed. After buying the similar, Stranded Deep, CC told me to just get Valheim because it was a better version of the premise. Luckily it was on sale recently. And he was also right.

Stranded Deep forces you to catch a plane on a business trip…and then crash into the ocean.

You paddle on a life-raft and make it to an island. There, you have to chop down trees (which don’t respawn and you need coconuts and shade so be careful how many you chop.) You constantly have to upgrade things and refill a water still with palm fronds…even though they don’t respawn…and that means paddling to other islands where you die because you couldn’t the bring things you needed. Sorry if it’s your favourite game, but…my few days playing it…and I’m not a fan.

I loaded up Valheim and walked around in The Meadows, which is where you’re supposed to build your house and collect wood, chop trees, hunt animals and feel relatively safe because it’s light and you can see around your area. You also come into the land as a loinclothed caveman-looking…thing. I chose to be female…it didn’t help, it just gave me other hairstyle options. I did have awesome abs though.

I started collecting wood and other items and I found an old broken down shack to squat in while I figured out how to play. It’s a pretty calming game, apart from when you’re out chopping down trees in your bra and evil dwarf things try to kill you. I get it, there are vast lands to explore and beasts to slay but I can’t help but get a little obsessed with making my house/land look awesome and very functional. Maybe my adult is coming through, maybe biological nesting tendencies are happening because of my age, maybe I’m lazy AF and don’t want to figure out a way to slay the giant blue troll that appeared and yeeted me when I was trying to chase a deer.

The deer. Wow!

I’m going to bed hearing them in my head lol. They make a weird sound (maybe it’s an accurate sound, what do I know, I’ve never seen one IRL.) They make the sounds all day/night in the game, and you can sneak up on them with a bow and arrow. You need them for their hides to build and wear things, and for their meat. It feels good to catch one after chasing it forever. It feels good to shoot one with a newly-acquired bow and arrow you just started leaning how to use – but it also feels bad! It’s sad. LOL They just keel over and explode into red then drop a chunk of meat.

I’m playing this trying to stay aware of the time…because it flies while so immersed in this thing. I haven’t taken on bosses or anything significant yet. For now, I’m just building up my house and my skill levels.  It’s a very pretty game, realistic trees and ponds, rivers etc. And good to relax.

 

 

 

 

 

 

TLDR:

*Valheim is good, so far…

*Nice way to decompress from the fuckery you have to live everyday

*I’ve started a GAMES section on the blog, because I do play a few.

*If it’s not your thing, just find a post that is…or wait until next week. 🙂

*IRL= In real life,  YEET- kill/obliterate RESPAWN– when you die and start again at a point in the game FRIENDLY FIRE – if your shots cause damage to your team/ or not.

 

 

 

Other game posts: 

 

 

Vicarious New Games

Sailing with my Crew

White Walls

Banshee

I Got Married

 

 

 

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Mirrors are lazy, and usually result in an info dump that requires no skill and no art.

 

I used it in Red Cowboys,

Twice

 Mirror Scene #1 

Justification: By the time you reach the scene, you already know physical characteristics about Agent Trent Starr (even if you haven’t read King of Spades.) You know the shade and length of his hair, his eye colour, his fitness level, the style of clothing (uniform set up,) his general disposition mentally. There’s not much need for a mirror scene if I’d wanted it to aid in a description of this character.

I don’t count it as a traditional, frowned-upon “mirror scene” much because the reflection comes as a part of his environment, not the focus. The whole scene is a stream of consciousness the reader follows, the sleepy-to-awake realisation of how Agent Starr came to be in his current environment. I wanted it to sneak up on the reader as it did for the character.

I’m okay with a mirror in the general vicinity and the subject happens to catch an aspect they’ve just acquired…or if it’s a passing observation like it would be IRL. Eg: I don’t pass a mirror in a flash and think about my ” long, flowing, raven locks” or my “mostly-symmetrical, age-defying” features. (Ooh la la!)

I pass it and if I think at all, it’s “Ahh shit, I got a new zit,” or “Wow, I sure look like trash today.” *carries on scrubbing the mould in the nearby shower*

Agent Starr realises he’s in the driver’s seat of a car he doesn’t remember entering. Don’t use a mirror as a tool because you don’t know what to say.   He happens to catch his reflection in the confusion. The only mentions about his characteristics are in passing, he notices his skin looks pale before the narrative moves onto his current addiction and his whereabouts. Because by then, it’s just incidental, an observation among a lot of other revelations in the moment.

I’m okay with this. I believe in having an element where it’s “flat” sometimes (for lack of a better term.) Where it just is, as if it was a film. Some pieces may come together later.

You don’t know shit. You just see some shit. That shit could mean something but it’s your problem, you figure it out.

If I’ve written something “flat,” –between us, it’s probably not very important, otherwise I would have elaborated, but it may serve as something you later realise was linked to something else too. Because easter eggs are fun.

 

Mirror Scene #2

Justification: Have you ever tried to stitch up an injury by yourself? Sometimes you need a mirror.

This could be seen as a semi-lazy, semi info dump. (OMGZEZ Faux pa!) It contained fleeting mention of the multitude of past injuries the character already had. His observations culminated, within a line or two of narrative, into focusing on the injury he had to attend to – the reason for being in front of a reflection in the present. Yes, there is a mirror – he glances at his body, but it’s while he’s utilising the mirror for an actual reason that pushes the story. This is okay with me.

*The characteristics are not taking 56 pages of excessive similies and metaphors to talk about his cheekbones and the mirror is not the sole tool for describing this person because by the time it’s mentioned in the book, you basically know everything about him.

2. You also learn, in this barely there mirror glance at his body, that he doesn’t remove certain articles of clothing because of insecurities about the scars underneath. This deliberate tightrope walk above a stereotypical info-dump is to juxtapose his attitude towards the other scars mentioned. It also makes you wonder just how bad unseen one is if you already know he has bullet wound and surgery scars. This was done to draw attention to inconsistencies and scattered thinking in a highly stressful situation on account of his mental illness and past.

Just use Skynet Google to see the results you get if you ask the biased oracle about using a mirror in your story. I didn’t find an article or blog post from anyone claiming it was okay to do this. Here’s one. Cos fuck em.

The truth is, you probably won’t do it well.

Did I do it well? *shrugs* S’okay.

We all sneak info sometimes, and sometimes we get carried away thinking that the reader has to know. They have to know WHYYYYY! “It’s important because I’ve personally thought about it for months until this point!” Which is why your info-dump accidentally runs into pages, and then you’re crying while you murder the shit out of your darlings in the edits. Don’t use the mirror thing if you can help it.

If you use it, make sure it’s not all about describing the character, things you should have explained another away prior. My first mirror scene (the rearview glance, Red Cowboys)  was add to the shock of being in a car without remembering how. You’re going to see the rearview, the steering wheel, the windscreen etc all of which follow (in quick succession) after the mention of the mirror. Have you ever accidentally seen yourself in a mirror? eg you wake up and you have a mirror across from your bed and catch yourself. Sometimes it startles, you because your brain registers that there is a person right up in your face. oh wait! It’s just my reflection.

The rearview is not the focus and the scene could have started with a glance to the steering wheel first instead..but this guy is tall and logistics and physics dictated he was probably going to wake up looking at himself almost level with that mirror.

I have excuses reasons f or my mirror use! Make sure you have good ones too, and do not go overboard. That’s why it’s a no-no. Too many people have used it over hundreds of years and now everyone hates it.

 

 

 

TLDR:

*Do whatever helps you sleep at night.

*General rule though, don’t use a mirror to describe characters.

*However, rules are made to be broken…

*So if you do it, do it well.

*Don’t blame this post if you fuck it up.

 

K thx bye.

 

 

 

 

 

Cowboy.” 1, Traditional animal herder who tends cattle on ranches usually in the North American region.

2, Derogatory term describing someone who is reckless, ignores potential risks, irresponsible or who heedlessly handles a sensitive or dangerous task.

 

 

 

 

 

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Again with a lockdown. I can’t teach you discernment. I can’t teach you how to research, or a point where you should start, but “all roads lead to Rome” with this one. It’s a question of sources, and how tired you are of hearing this bullshit by the time you quit from frustration.

From leaked (pathetically attempted to be debunked by MSM) Gremlin Fauci emails and papers from decades ago, from his investment into Wuhan virus creation etc, whistle-blowers, authorities being allowed to attribute death from the Coof even if the person was hit by a car (if they had antibodies in their system) etc etc etc  Start anywhere. Look at what the biased/agenda-pushing/paid off MSM nightly news won’t say.

Yes, people have died. It’s real. But if they didn’t start every single news bulletin off with a fearporn story on the Rona, would you know there was anything going on? For all the official predictions from appointed virologists, doctors and scientists you’ve never heard of, do you see dead people in the street? Have you been back to those images and the footage first released out of China when the panic started? They look so poorly produced that it’s laughable. Let’s also not get started on recycled stock footage/past and unrelated footage of hospital procedures being spammed onto your elderly dad’s television screen ad nauseam to make him believe the Coof is more dangerous than it is.

No one wants the Coof. From firsthand accounts told to me, and what I know of viral illness, it is not fun. A  family member in the UK caught the dreaded UK strain when the tv was bombarding everyone with a new boogeyman to be scared of. It was hell and she had to stay away from the people she lived with for weeks. She had a heavy chest and found it difficult to breathe comfortably, all of the things you usually hear about having Rona. It’s true. It sucks.

Another friend in the UK is…(sorry if you’re reading this,) a recovering crackhead. He abused his body for the better part of twenty years. He’s currently a regular at his local hospital for ‘life-threatening issues pertaining to organs damaged through his past seat-of-the-pants lifestyle. He also caught the UK strain of the Coof. He kicked it in 5 days, but he was very tired for a week after most symptoms had subsided. His biggest complaint was being exhausted and how no food had flavour no matter what he did. He didn’t want to eat because “there’s no point, everything tastes like cardboard.”

For those of us forced into a snap lock down in a country with only 25.3 million people scattered wide over 7.692 million km², we should really look for the truth. The truth is that our media are a pack of control-hungry, hysterical, thirsty for clicks, hacks. A scared population is a controlled population. If you make people feel vulnerable, they will seek a saviour or someone to guide them out of perceived danger. Some would do anything. And therein lies our problem. There are a multitude of hysterical people who want to feel like they’ve done their part to keep safe.

I’m not scared. I don’t WANT the Coof, obviously. But I don’t care. I’m luckier than many people, I live in a place that’s quite isolated in general and even catching a regular corona virus/cold isn’t a thing for me. The Rona has 99%+ recovery rate. The whole saga feels like it’s another reason to tighten the grasp on a (relatively) “free people.” A decent immune system, cliched as it sounds, is seemingly your greatest weapon for this one. You know the list, fruit, vegetables, zinc, vit C, sleep, water, exercise. Turn off the TV.

But it’s not all about you!

They try and get you and appeal as morally superior with the guilt trip; do it for others: old people could die! Do it for them. We need to limit the risk of spreading it to an older person.

If granny is susceptible, then granny should stay home.

Not me. And not the overwhelming majority of the population who will kick the illness like an inconvenient, horrible flu.  It will suck to have it. But what sucks more is having your world cancelled instantly, having your local shop void of essentials because the media is testing the latest psy-op, because they’re using data from other countries with low sanitation or a higher population and close livingquarters, an aged population or regions wrought with health issues previously. I don’t like being controlled because ONE PERSON in the whole state has the sniffles.

ONE CASE. We have ONE…CASE. Not a death, not hospitalisation, not even clear whether she was exhibiting symptoms.

We have to “sign in”everywhere with tracking apps and invasions of privacy that are always going to be abused for the state’s purposes. At first you read about the police using data from the Check in apps to hunt a murderer, that’s clever! They churned millions of people’s private details to get that information, who knows where yours is documented by the government? That’s bad.

“But if I’ve done nothing wrong then I have nothing to hide!”

Why do you have curtains on your windows?

STFU. Wake up. There’s more going on here than just a virus.

 

 

 

TLDR:

*Rona rant.

*Opinion piece

*I am obviously not taking the latest government instruction/overreach well. Even though I barely leave the house anyway.

*There is more going on than meets the eye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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