About a year and a half ago, I tried my hand at poetry. It wasn’t the first
poetry I ever wrote in my life, but it was the first time I thought maybe
someday someone might read them. Here we are again, but while those were
free verse, these are sonnets. Sonnets are a very rigid format that somehow let
you go anywhere you want. Fourteen lines, every other line in a stanza rhymes,
until the last two lines, which rhyme with each other. That’s not all, you
have to have ten syllables exactly in each line. But even that doesn’t explain
it, because iambic pentameter is more about rhythm too. Unlike my first poems,
which were from the perspective of some of my characters, I believe that these
ones will come from me. I’ve already written the first one; half months ago,
half today. That’s probably not really how you’re meant to do it, but I think
I ran out of time, and forgot about it. The idea was to have them locked and
loaded before my last series ended, but when has that ever worked out for me?
I’m more nervous about these than my last poetry series, since they’ll be
about my personal life. The first one is about my first dog, and the last one
will be about my current dog. I have no clue what I’ll write about in the
meantime. As before, please be kind—I’m at my most vulnerable here. I think
I’ve mentioned at some point that I am not a wordsmith. My strengths lie in
the narratives; not the execution of the text. Still, I had to do these,
because the math works out too perfectly. After today, there are fourteen days
left this year before I get to my huge Mateo Matic project. It just made sense
to write fourteen sonnets of fourteen lines each, and then likely never again.
They’re obviously going to be short; nothing I can do about that, so the whole
thing will be a quick read. Wish me luck.
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Current Schedule
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Sundays (macrofiction)
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The Advancement of Mateo Matic
The team continues to struggle through the Third Rail. Enemies approach from all sides, and threaten them in all ways. Even the strongest bonds will be tested as an ominous future war places all of reality in jeopardy.
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Weekdays (microfiction)
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Mateo Daily
Daily installments of The Advancement of Mateo Matic have temporarily replaced all weekday stories.
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Saturdays (mezzofiction)
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Mateo Daily
Daily installments of The Advancement of Mateo Matic have temporarily replaced all Saturday stories.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
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