Wrap up

Well this is the end of my passion project. My goals were not quite met. Mainly because I expanded my plan to writing more then one thing. My through lines consitsted of 

- Beauty Creating

This was because I was trying to make something that was worth reading.

- Community Building

If I had finished my goals then I could have brought people togeather, because that is what books and stories do.

- Order Discovering 

A story has to have order, simple fact of life.

Well that's about it, I think that I will continue to some of the writing every once and a while........

The car part 2

Sadly the car couldn't stay in the small town forever. When Anthony turned twenty he went on the road to manage a band, and the car went with him. They traveled to California, New York, Edmonton, Vancouver Island, Quebec, and Minnesota among other places. Anthony had been on the road for almost a year before he got to Minnesota, and the first thing he did was track down his pal Peter to show him their car.

Peter wasn’t that hard to find, turns out peter was living in the city that the band was playing  in, not only that but he was also the one who booked the band to play there. Anytime Anthony could get away from managing, he was spending with Peter. the drove the car, they talked in the car, they caught a movie in the car. Before long it was time for Anthony to leave.

Anthony traveled with the band for almost another year before he finally returned home. When he did one of the first things he did was get together with some of his high school friends at their old haunt, Sammy’s Dinner.

He drove the nova naturally to the diner and left it parked a block away. Anthony talked with his friends for a good couple of hours, they talked about the old times, what they had been up to since graduation, what there plans were, the kind of stuff you would expect to hear between old friends. Eventually they decided to call it a day and Anthony went back to his car. Except the Nova was gone.

Anthony scoured the blocks surrounding the area for the car, but it was nowhere to be found. At around midnight, he decided to call it a day and phined his parents for a ride home. When he awoke the next day, he called the police to report the stolen car. The sheriff who like most of the town had fallen in love with the car, promised that he would do his best to find it.

It took almost a week for the car to resurface. Although when Anthony found out where the car was, he kinda wished it had stayed lost. The car had been found in a field a couple of miles outside of the town, underneath a pile of manure. The Nova had been spotted by a farm hand who had gone to check the fences surrounding the field. Anthony was completely horrified when he saw it. The paint had been scratched, and parts of the body had been ripped right off, as if it had been driven through a barbwire fence. Which incidentally, it had. The windows had been broken and more manure had been shoveled inside. 

It took almost a day to shovel out most of the manure. Followed by another day of pulling the car out of the field and to Anthony’s garage. After that it was about a year to get the nova back to its former glory, and even after that year it was still not the same. There were brown patches on the seats, and stained into the dash, more than a few dents and scratches that just refused to go away, and the air conditioning if you turned it on would make the car smell like manure.

Still Anthony held onto the car for a few more years. Until the day he proposed to his yet to be wife, and sold the car to a man from Yellowknife. Since that day Anthony hadn’t seen many Chevy Novas.

Eventually Tommy walked out of the dealership, the proud owner of his own new car. Anthony looked back at the car before joining Tommy. Although it was nice to sit in a Chevy Nova again, he had no regrets selling the car.

What Anthony didn’t know was that the Car in the dealership was the car from all those years ago. The man from yellowknife had given the car to his nephew in texas, who inturn had lost the car in a bet. The car was eventually lost in a junkyard in santa fe. It was only a few years ago that a mechanic had found the car,restored it,and sold it to a guy in Utah, who inturn traded it to the dealership for a new truck.

The car would eventually be bought by a young man who would bring the car back to Minnesota, for his dad’s birthday. The man who bought the car was named Andrew Miller, and his dad just so happens to be called Peter Miller.

Passion Project Update

So I finished my third draft, going to write my fourth and develop the plot more. If i get to a fifth draft i might compine some peices from the previous drafts into it.

Passion Project: A Tiny Brake From The Usual

So I decided to take a break from my usually writings, to just write a small short story. I'm pretty pround of it so I don't mind sharing a small sample.

The Car

    Anthony was at a car dealership. He wasn’t buying a car,mind you. Or at least not directly. You see Anthony had been asked by his neighbor Tommy Douglas to help him buy a new car.

    Tommy had been asked, if you could call it asking by his wife to by a vehicle of his own, so that she could use their minivan without having for both of them to find a way to get Tommy to and from work, and coaching their son’s basketball team, along with other commitments.

    Unfortunately, Tommy despite his capabilities in business management and accounting, knew little to nothing about cars. Which is why he had invited Anthony to come with him to the dealership, since Tommy all too well that Anthony was the most experienced gearhead in the neighborhood.

    Except Tommy may have reconsidered asking Anthony if he had known that Anthony would infact get distracted the moment they stepped onto the lot. You see the first thing Anthony saw was a beautiful 1972 chevy nova, and it instantly filled his every thought.

    Tommy and Anthony wondered around the lot looking at looking at cars, and Anthony giving his opinion. Somehow though they always ended up coming back to look at the nova, or at the very least passing it.

    After a few hours Tommy had found a car that he liked, and that Anthony approved of, so Tommy went inside to sign some papers, leaving Anthony alone, with the Nova only a couple of feet away. Anthony casually walked over to the car trying not to give anyone who might be watching the impression that he was extremely eager to get a closer look at the car.

    The chevy Nova was the only one like it on the lot, it was jet black, and glossy. It looked like it had just come out of the factory. The doors were locked, but the driver’s window was open just enough for Anthony to slip his hand through and reach down to the door handle, within seconds Anthony was sitting in the car, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift.

    As Anthony sat in car, he was unaware of the passage of time, since he was too busy remembering the first time he had come across a car like this.

    It was when he was fourteen, Anthony and his best friend Peter Mullar. They had been scavenging Anthony’s uncle’s junkyard, looking for anything of interest that they could use to keep their young minds occupied during the hot days of summer. They never expected to find a car hidden amongst a bunch of old washing machines, bicycles, among other things that no one wanted or cared for.

    They had just crawled over a pile of old tires when they spotted it. It was partially protruding from underneath an old tarp. They were in awestruck as soon as the tarp had been removed. There were some patches of rust, and more than a few dents, but it still was the most beautiful thing either of them had seen. The boys wasted no time scrambling into the old car, Anthony took the driver’s seat and Peter took the passenger seat, together the boys spent the next few hours racing around a racetrack, outrunning gunman, and traveling through time.

After they were done playing the boys came to the decision that this was their car, and nobody else’s. If they were younger they probably would have told someone about the car, and if they had been any older they would have left the car, not giving it a second thought. But they weren't’ too young, and they weren’t to old, they were boys. Boys mind you in the prime of their boyhood. 

Together Anthony and Peter worked to push the car out to the main office of the junkyard. Anthony’s uncle who had seen the car coming up to the office had offered to help them, get his tow truck and just  finish the job, but the two boys refused, they had spent too much time and energy getting this car this far to let someone else take over, and they didn’t want anyone to touch the car.

Anthony asked his uncle if they could keep the car. They would pay for naturally, and fix it, if only his uncle would keep it safe for them, until one of them got their license. His uncle agreed and stashed the car in an old garage that had come with the property.

For the rest of the summer the two boys went to the junkyard everyday they could and would work to rid the car of its rust, and dents. Anthony’s uncle also helped, he would bring parts from other cars, and any original parts he could that would fit the car, when he found them. by the end of the summer the car had amassed a collection of parts, and tools.

When winter came, the boys had to stop coming to the car, what with school, and the snow blocking them from even getting to the junkyard let alone car. But the moment the snow melted they were hard at work trying to bring the car back to it’s former glory. Sadly the summer after finding the car, Peter moved to minnesota. anthony promised that he  would finish the car for the both of them, and when the car was done he promised to drive down to minnesota to show him.

By the time Anthony was seventeen and had his license, the car was done and payed for. It was a beautiful machine. It was now Anthony’s pride and joy. Not just his either, the entire town seemed to love the car. People would take pictures with it if they ever passed it on the street, but they never dared touch. a couple of people would even stop by at Anthony’s house to catch a glimpse of the car. The high school had even requested to use the car to lead their float during the town’s founding parade. It was almost like the car had put everyone under a spell.

Like I said this is only a portion of the story, It become a lot more entertaining in the second half. Now i will return to my usual writings.

Passion Project: Progress Report

Well i have written two drafts now and am working on my third. I have decided to start wrighti8ng it up on my ipad because it is taking way longer then i thought to write by hand. Below is a picture of my first draft, which only turned out to be three pages.

Getting Started Is Hard

So last time I talked about brainstorming, and so I have Ideas that are pretty worked out, but the problem is getting started, I just don't feel motivated to write. But I plan on changing that, my plan to change that is to just write for 10-30 mins everyday, I doudt it will make sense the first time around, but hopefully I'll finish and be able to rewrite it and remove and rework things, as well as make it more desriptive and developed.

Passion Project 2.0: Brainstorming

So I have been spending the last two weeks brainstorming ideas. I have to say that I have a fairlly decent amount of ideas. The problem is deciding on which one to use, should I write what I know and tak the route of fantasy and magic or do I write historical fiction which stopps me to a degree cause that requires research and "historically accuracy". also another problem is that they al kind of steal peices from each other