You know those days where nothing seems to be going right? The days when your projects are behind, life has decided to kick you in the face multiple times, AND you spill your favorite pop all over your favorite shirt? (Of course it’s a blue shirt and a dark pop). That is what has been happening to me for a few weeks, but something exciting has happened and I’m glad to share!
I have published my first story for 2014! It’s the first part of a serial I plan to work on all year and you can find it here:
If you are interested, please take a look, comment, vote and give me your feedback. It’s only through help that I will be able to improve and become a better writer. You’re support, though invisible, is essential. I appreciate every bit you all give me!
It has been a long time since I’ve written in a blog. I think about a year ago when my original one was taken down thanks to some hackers getting past the nucleus install and put their porn ads all over the comments. Oh, well.
Now, as I’m trying to get back in to the world of writing for the year of 2014, I have decided that I do need a blog to keep up the practice and to talk like I used to. I’ve missed the enjoyment of sitting and writing something with no pressure nor any care who or what is reading it.
So, stay tuned for more writings from me and I hope I do not bore you all to death.
Went to the bazaar today and it was…bizarre (hee, hee, get the play on words?) Tuesday are my day off and so Wilson and I (Wilson’s a good friend of mine from the shop) decided to head to the other side of the base to do some shopping at the BX/PX.
The Bazaar is a little building where everything is glass doors and all the items are compacted in there for everybody to see, hanging from ceilings with ancient helmets from Afghanistan’s past to brand new DVDs (both real and pirated). To top it off, you have a little Afghanis sitting in their corner with their white hats, robes, and smiles. If felt like I had walked into one of those middle eastern movies where you see the people hawking their wares on the market.
What was cool about the bazaar is that it was like a real middle eastern one. There were no price tags on anything! Wilson did a marvelous job haggling for an item by pretending not to be that interested in it and got the seller to lower his price. Sad to say, I did not do as good of a job.
What caught my eye was a hand made chess set in a wooden box covered in green felt. The pieces were carved out of marble and so was the board. The seller had already allied up beside me with a big grin on his face.
“Good morning, Friend! Beautiful chess set made from the quarries of Kabul, Afghanistan. Give you a very good price.”
Here was the shocker. Something like this would go for about 150 to 200 dollars in the United States. I asked how much and he said, “Only 35 American dollars”.
I have him that price just because it was such a beautiful board. Stupid American, right?
But I do own a gorgeous chess set. I’m glad I bought it and plan to go back, though this time gonna do some haggling and see what deals I can get. Oh, what fun in Afghanistan!