Thursday, May 17, 2018

Marshal, Renee, and I talk about Han Solo on "DoG"

Hey there, Marshal Latham has published another of our "Star Wars: Delusions of Grandeur" podcast episodes. This is one we recorded to discuss the character of Han Solo BEFORE he gets his own origin movie in a few days.


The editing on this particular episode was a real beast (for some reason, Renee's lines kept getting out of sync with our lines, despite us all starting at the same time), but I was buoyed up by the feeling that, if this isn't the best episode we've ever done, it's at least in the top two.

Check it out HERE?


Monday, May 14, 2018

Rish Outcast 108: Around the Block A Time Or Two

Okay, I'm going to try to get these episodes published again on a semi-regular basis.  Starting now.

In this episode, I ride around on my bike again, and talk about my attitude at the time, my measure as a podcaster, and whether I should keep on keepin' on.

Also, Fake Ahnold tries to get Fake Sean to feel the beat (of the rhythm [of the night]).


Note: As of press time, "Water in the Desert" is currently only available for Abigail Hilton's Patreon supporters.  I'd procrastinated putting this show out there long enough, and need to get back on schedule, but I'll insert a link here when it's up for purchase.



If you're up for downloading this episode, please Right-Click HERE.

If you're up for supporting Rish's creative endeavors, check out his Patreon HERE.

If you want to support Abbie's Patreon instead (you monster), check it out HERE.

And thanks to Gino "The Winged Spider" Moretto for the Outcast logo.


Saturday, May 12, 2018

Like a Real Writer

I felt like a real writer today.  I was working, so I went out to lunch late, and took my notebook with me, jotting down notes about where the Ben Parks story I'm slowly constructing was going to go.  Then I went over to the mall to see if I could find a blouse for my mom (I found two I liked but, shamefully, did not know her size, so I texted her and waited.  No response), then I suddenly got an idea of how I wanted to end the story, so I left the mall and hit the library.

I sat down at my usual cubicle there, and fired up ye olde MS Word programme.  I started typing, only pausing to waste time on the internet to look on Wikipedia to see what caliber shell a Colt Peacemaker fired.  Then, I went back to writing my story.

Basically, this is a "Sidekick Chronicles" tale that takes place when Ben Parks is twelve years old (he is eleven in "Birth" and "Journey," and seven in the still-unpublished Christmas prequel).  The piece I wrote last year was a short story, and I figured this one would be too, but after today, I'm afraid this is going to be a novella like the other two.

It's supposed to be a simple tale--and it is, technically--but it's just gotten too out of hand, and the work I did on it today (around 2000 words*) showed me that, once it's said and done, it should be around thirteen to fifteen thousand words.  Maybe longer.

I have bemoaned the fact that I just haven't felt like writing in 2018, and have had to force myself to do it nearly every night for a month.  But today, well, I really hit my stride.  I was feeling it, typing away like a madwoman, and totally enjoying it, to the point where the library announcement went off that they were about to close (I've complained before that they close obnoxiously early on Saturdays, but wow, today really snuck up on me), I would've been happy to go another half hour or more.

I didn't quite reach the end, but I came close enough that, if I had come home and continued to write, all I needed was the final scene and the coda, and I'd have been able to type those two sweetest words in the English language.**

Now, that doesn't mean that it's finished, or even close to the point of sharing (I need to go back and fill in a space I skipped, wherein Ben goes to a little town and tries to speak Spanish to the Mexican villagers), but it was enough Real Writing (or at least as close as I'm capable) today that I feel pretty good about myself.  We'll see how long that lasts.

Also, last weekend, I took a photo of my nephew with one of my dad's old cowboy hats and a gigantic muzzle-loader rifle that I figured would make a good cover for one or more of these stories.  I'll post it here:

He was wearing a garishly-modern blue shirt (and neon sandals), so I did my best to drain the color out of them in this version of the picture.  Another reason to be proud of myself.

I'm also seriously considering running "A Sidekick's Journey"in three parts this summer, so I can talk about this, and the other two story ideas I haven't written during those episodes.  Let me know if you think that's a good idea.

Rish Outfield, Real Writer

*According to my copy of Word, it was actually 2972 words.

**Yes, yes, behind "horny cheerleader."  Thanks for reminding me.

Tuesday, May 01, 2018

I Narrate "Free Balloons For All Good Children" On Pseudopod

"Free Balloons For All Good Children." What a title.  But that's the name of the story written by Dirck de Lint that I read over on Pseudopod, the Horror Podcast.

A father takes his toddler out to a park, and discovers a balloon there that threatens to do more than just pop with a startling sound.

I shared the story with Big Anklevich because it so reminded me of a story he wrote, where we took something that shouldn't be scary (a balloon, in his case), but tried to make it scary.

It's a very short piece, but effective nonetheless.  Link Right Here.

Rish "There Are No Good Children" Outfield

P.S.  Have you ever known anyone named "Dirck?"  Be honest now.

Thursday, April 26, 2018

Rish Outcast 107: Exchange At A Harvest Festival

This story is sort of a companion piece to "Frewish Memorial," and could be a follow-up to "Like A Good Neighbor," just way, way shorter.


Oh, I've done it again.

I made this episode available for my Patreon supporters . . . but not you.

If you wanna check it out, go to THIS LINK.

If not, go to THIS LINK.

Logo by Gino "The Carnotaurus" Moretto.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Rish Outcast 106: Journey Into Another Promo

So, I have finally published my ridiculous fantasy novella, "Journey Into Another Dimension Through A Portal Near A Truck Stop Restroom." Yeah, it's another one of THOSE stories.


In this episode, I talk about its origin, and why it's okay if you hate it.  Also, I  let down Marshal Latham yet again (in more than one way).

And speaking of let-downs, the next episode (107) is gonna be for Patreon supporters only.  I can't even remember why at this point.


Here's a LINK to Right-Click if you wanna download the episode.

Here's a LINK to the Text Version

And here's the LINK to the Audio version of my tale!

Logo by Gino "The Mad Ferret" Moretto

Sunday, April 08, 2018

Eve & Malachi Complete Series Available Over At Audible

Abigail Hilton, ever the workhorse, has finished her seven-volume "Eve & Malachi" children's book series.  Rish Outfield, ever the darkhorse, finished the narrations, and they're available on Audible, dieTunes, and wherever fine audio is sold.

Starting in "Feeding Malachi," these books are about the unlikely friendship of a rat and a boa constrictor, who have adventures and meet interesting new characters on their travels.  Abbie once told me that each book is actually about something, which boggles the mind of a fledgling author like myself.


But here's the rub: If you want to buy them separately . . . you have to wait until later for the individual releases (beyond Books 1 - 3), as she plans to release them along with the always-impressive art.

You can find it right here at this Audible link.

Once again, I don't get diddly if you buy this.  But Abbie does, and hey, somebody ought to reward her for her fine taste in narrators.

Thursday, April 05, 2018

Rish Outcast 105: Why Blank Sucks

This episode is either a PERFECT example of the show, or the WORST one I've ever recorded.  It'll need a judge's ruling to be sure.


So, driving down to a high school get-together, I talk about Star Wars, old friends, frogs, movie reviewers, Ewoks, and misleading/assuming/irritating titles for YouTube videos.

Also, Fake Ahnold tries to get Fake Sean to feel the beat (of the rhythm [of the night]).



Feel you like downloading the episode?  Well, Right-Click HERE.

Episode 107 is going to be a Patreon-Only show, so why don't you go on over to THIS LINK and support me? Just out of curiosity?

As always, thanks to Gino "The Cockatrice" Moretto for the lovely show logo.

P.S.  You know what sucks?  When the text on my blog post is all messed up.  Please let me know (either via Comments or Email) if that happens again.  "WHY Messed Up Text Sucks."

Tuesday, April 03, 2018

Babysitter of the Year

Seems like it's been a while (maybe years) since I did one of these posts.*  But this was so shameful I couldn't not post it.  Even if it makes me look like as terrible a human being as I am.

So, my sister had another baby, and he's quite fun to hang around with, except for when he isn't.  I was taping up some envelopes and he came over to me in his little rolling chair thing (nobody in the family seems to know what to call it, but it's a baby seat with wheels and a tray), and I thought it would be amusing to put a couple of strips of tape on his face and take a picture of his reaction.


Well, he didn't like it.  As soon as I stuck one on, he'd tear it off or thrash about enough that I gave up after a couple of pieces and went back to what I was doing.

A couple of minutes later, the baby started coughing, and my nephew exclaimed, "I think he's choking."  Well, I knew what it had to be.

Sure enough, he had eaten one of the pieces of tape, and we had to fish it out of his mouth with our fingers.

Obviously, I'm a terrible human being, but what makes it worse is that I never did get a good picture out of it.

Rish "Bad Uncle" Outfield

*So long that I can't recall if it was Babysitter of the "Year," "Week," or "Month."

Sunday, April 01, 2018

March in the Rearview

Happy April!

So, I wrote every single day in March, true to my ward.*  Some days I wrote a lot, some days I left it to the end of the night and barely managed, but I managed every day.  Right now, it would be too time-consuming to figure out how many words I wrote in that month, but if I had to guess, I'd say I wrote at least six.  Maybe even seven.  Not bad, eh?


I did not finish my short story ("My Friend of Misery"**), which I split into two short stories, then combined into a novelette, and now a novella.  I can't help but wonder how much more work it would take to make it into a novel, but it's more important to focus on finishing the thing than its length or quality.***

I wrote it without an outline or fixed idea of where it was going.  That might have been a mistake, since I kept writing moments, then going back to earlier in the story to write set-ups for that moment, and jumped around randomly like a Mexican bean throughout.  Not knowing the ending is creepy even now, but hopefully I'll get there soon.  Maybe we'll talk about it again when (if?) I finish, but for now, that's my update.  I still plan on writing in April . . . just better.

Rish "The Writer" Outfield

P.S. The downside of writing every day is that a lot of the time I would have dedicated to my podcast(s) went toward writing instead.  Hence the erratic release schedule of the Outcast this month.  I will try again in April, see if I can't get things out on a more regular basis.

*Dick Grayson, a fine, athletic boy.

**Which I now feel isn't an appropriate title for the thing.  But I have no alternate one in mind.  Even "A Friend of Misery" works better.

***Big did finish his, and kept on writing the next day, which is nice.