Kent Wayne

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  • Echo-A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    Dinner party.  My mother-in-law is talking at me and Holy Balls is she hurting my will to live!  A stream of triteness is whittling my soul down to a thin whisper of its normal self.  My cheeks stretch into what feels like a demonic-looking grin, and my cheerily-smiling face begins to ache like some crazy…

  • Musings

    Never dismiss editing.  If [writing] is like a katana, then drafting is like the initial forging that gives the weapon its weight.  The EDITING, however; the editing is like the endless refolding that follows.  Correct editing will fashion your words into a sharpened edge, able to easily slice apart ignorance and falsity.  The willingness to…

  • Musings

    In Musashi’s day, he tested himself by fighting life-and-death duels.  For obvious reasons, that’s not a feasible course of action for most of us.  But we can still follow his spirit by testing ourselves in life’s varied arenas.  We can go for it time and again in different fields, with different identities even.  Upon finding something that fits,…

  • Echo-A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    Christmas shopping.  I’m casually humming along to Mariah Carey holiday stuff (yep they’re my dirty little secret), and walking through the mall, pleasantly surprised by how empty it is.  I pick out the latest trendy gifts:  Game consoles, stuffed toys…suddenly, I feel/hear the earth rumbling.  The coffee in my hand starts doing that Jurassic Park thing…

  • Musings

    Every action, every word, every gesture is an expression of my inner design.   So I examine that design; upgrade it, refine it, overhaul it…and in the daunting quest against my ignorance, I weaponize my very soul.

  • Musings

    Making connections and nodding wisely is a PRELIMINARY step.  Want to go further?   Take that newly honed awareness and make products for OTHERS to see connections with and nod wisely at. 😉

  • Echo-A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    Corporate lunch.  The metal cart is wheeled in, but there’s nothing on it.  I look around, puzzled.  “Hey guys, what’s for lunch?  How come there’s no food on the—”  My coworkers strip off their human heads, revealing scaly reptilian faces underneath.  “Becausssssee YOU’RE lunch, Kent.  You should have conformed more to corporate culture.”  They all clutch…

  • Musings

    On the road to [enlightenment], every strife, every effort, every grand failure and triumph may in fact be utterly necessary… All those meaningless, exhaustive gestures may need to be made so that one finally gives up and realizes that there is [nothing] to enlighten.  😉

  • Musings

    The discipline to say you’re wrong when you’re wrong…will make you consistently right.

  • Echo-A Dystopian Science Fiction Novel

    The Grammar Police have sent a lab-perfected assassin after me.  He’s beaten me to a pulp, I’m hanging from my fingertips from a 50th story office, and he’s smirking down at me from the ledge.  He says, “They’ve fitted me with eidetic memory, photographic reflexes, a second heart with an atomic core…you never had a…