Coffee+Rye+Ideas.
Playing with them; ideas, that is. If you’ve not guessed, this sequence will be whiplash between current time at The Dalles and Nichole’s three day diary as they got there.
Month: June 2016
Sandbox
Mine, in other words. I shan’t apologize for the lack of posting, but I don’t mind explaining. At the end of the last episode, I thinking I knew what I wanted to do for the next sequence of the story. The issue was, it’s somewhat unorthodox. So I froze over the weekend before last. Monday and Tuesday brought busy day-job days of our bi-annual physical inventory. Friday, we as a family were off to northern Kentucky for a swim-meet. We’d also be meeting our good friend, and my girls’ Godfather, that we’d not seen in four years (he’d been living in East Asia; back in the ‘States now). Between the swimming during the day and the drinking at night, there was no time to write.
I was beginning to freak out about that.
I told my wife last night: I don’t care what you and girls are doing Monday night, unless the house, dogs, or people are on fire, I’m writing. What with that “less of an asshole” thing that writing grants me, she was fine with that.
Below is Ep 21. I’ve seen 22 and 23; if I can convince them to order pizza or something for the next two days, these should come out fairly quickly.
“Back in the saddle…
…again.” Literally in a literary sense. I ‘saw’ this beginning of the next part of the story a week ago, but was busy with RealLife(TM). When I finally sat down and did some research, I realized that rather than in the SSE of the Willamette Valley, this part of the story is going up the Columbia River, following the hydroelectric dams: given what the protagonist is, makes sense, right? Wish I knew that five days ago!
I’m making a few leaps, and would really appreciate comments good or ill as to what I’m doing. Don’t get me wrong, I like the ‘likes’ and ‘now following’ I get, but without written feedback, I can only hope I – and Nichole and the rest – are on the right path.
Reveal
I’m going to take a few days off. I need to think about where this is going. It’d be easy if it were a visual novel: it’s going everywhere!
But it’s not, so I cannot. Tanj.
Fret not: I’ll come up with something. If not, I’ll die.
To Sleep… perchance to dream?
Wife and girls were up an out to a swim meet at 0630. It was an outdoor meet, so drukken old man got to sleep in: I’ve only two colors: pasty white and lobster red. Did some automobile repair work and went hunting (at Kroger).
It’s late, and everyone else is headed for bed, too…
Coffee and alcohol
Back when we used to give presentations about how to make visual novels, a question that often came up was “what motivates you to write?” My glib, but honest, answer, was the title of this post.
Since being diagnosed with hypertension and placed onto Metoprolol, coffee has been rare in my life. But, at a mild impasse in “Defiant,” it was time to reach for the big guns: a cup of Café Busto with a shot of rye whiskey. About five minutes later, I ‘saw’ the answer I needed. I quick glance and Bing Images to make sure I got the description correct, and I typed what I saw, below the fold. I’ve seen Ep 18, too, but those steaks aren’t going to cook themselves. Perhaps tomorrow!
[EDIT: for some reason, WordPress ate several of my sentences. I think it has to do with my use of these: <>. They’re back in now, in red.
“All of Gaul is divided into three parts…”
Is the impression I’m getting when I let stories sit too long and I have to break them up. I’ve seen part three: the dinner and flashback, but thought why not go ahead and post this, part 2. Might die in my sleep, after all.
I’m already thinking about the possibility of a spinoff, where Teresa has her own story. It’s just a question of time. (And money; give me a few grand, and trust me, she gets her own story!)
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Catching up.
Sorry for the delay. Wife and family in Houston for her 3-mo post cancer checkup. Bloodwork: clear! CT scan: clear! PET scan: er, let’s talk. No, not bad, per se, just radioisotope uptake around her left eye. Back in November, that tiny little mass that turned out to be lymphoma was taken off her nose. The upper, left side of her nose. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in Machine Civilization, there’s no such thing as coincidences.
Well, they want her back in a another three months to repeat the test. Worrying is pointless, so I hope they’ve a safe drive back, so we can all have a good summer filled with drinking, writing, and lots of sex. In the meantime, speaking of getting backed up, Episode 17 is going to have be broken into at least two parts. There are a slew of new people to be introduced and I think at least one flashback.
One good thing about the delay is that I was able to do some picture and video research of the Kongo/Arleigh Burke destroyer class. I’m a bit more comfortable writing the meet-and-greet for the Portland civilians in the installment after this one. It will be too late before I have the ship sail away, but I even ordered a model kit of DDG-173 off EBay. Research!
By that much!
Looks like I’m getting rid of Kongo after the episode after this. Even if they leave at night, there’s no way to hide the fact once they’re gone. And I’m sure that trans-Columbia cannibal army has sympathizers in Portland; cannibalism – like vampirism – is socially akin to Progressivism: they all end in mass death.
It’s rather fun to write about characters in a bar while I’m sitting here drinking. ‘Brings it home,’ as it were. Teresa was a surprise! Looks like there’s a lot going on with that young woman! A little ominous about her father, though. Wonder where that world’s going?
Please pour yourselves a drink and read on!
machciv 