Thanks be to God, I’m able to write again. My wife made bag-in-the-skillet dinner, a minor victory for her, freeing up an hour for me. Don’t mistake: I enjoy making dinner for my family – for the same reason I enjoyed being a design engineer or enjoy writing: the creativity. But when HAVE to write… well, other writers understand. Last night I was a basket-case: alien to myself.
Anyway. Who’s up for a road trip to Lubeck?
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Sorry, everyone. PT 9-10 are in my mind, but day-job exhaustion plus helping Daughter #2 with Latin and math… I’m both dead & want to die.
Dead as in tired; want to die as I’m so excited to get Logres & Europa back together, but just can’t right now. As I sleep-drove home, I might have even seen an overall end. To have that much in your head, and be unable to get it out… it’s awful.
Please forgive; shall do better tomorrow.
Learning to stop myself when I know the next dialog sequence between the characters. That allows me 24 hours to play with the beginning of the next section. Thus: I saw the first ten lines between Logres and Libby yesterday. I know what they talk about when the cross the Channel tonight. As to what happens next, I’ll know before I sit back down to write in 23 hours.
Sneaky, old, clever, and lazy works for me.
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Skipped dinner to knock this out. I’ll grab some cheese before bed. I introduce three new characters in 1200 words. I hope that violates MANY guides to Proper Writing. Not sure where this is going tomorrow night, but I’m pretty sure busty, bossy Libby will be in it!
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Because titles should be pretentious.
Subtitle? Do your homework!
One of the things about getting back on track is getting back to work: writing. Usually talking FTF with Friend Will is enough to keep me going for about four weeks; we’ll see how this goes after Matsuricon.
Like a tiny version of “Defiant,” Pirate Twins was always no more than a little writing exercise. I’ve, honestly, been surprised by the feedback about “when are you finishing it?!” I know my other ‘big’ project is writing Act 2.5 of “Defiant” then editing that into another novel, but if I do that, PT is dead for months.
As a +/- 1k daily project, I was able to lay down about 900 today. I’d actually more, but quickly realized that was part 7, so: tomorrow.
It’s good to be back and writing.
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Back to normal, really. After nearly a 4-week hiatus getting “Cursed Hearts” released into the wild and dealing with some RealLife issues, things will be getting back on track here.
Yesterday was Matsuricon in Columbus, Ohio, the second biggest animecon in this area. Unlike making it a long family weekend as we do for Ohayocon, we just drop by on Saturday. Got there around 1030; was surprisingly empty, so Registration was a breeze. Suddenly filled up around 1200. Was everyone hungover and sleeping in?
Caught a panel about buying odd stuff from Japan, the creator of the Monogatari series, and a short performance by Kazha (they were okay). Also hit the Dealers Room and got some Angel Beats artbooks and a Saber Lily figurine for my wife.
Later, was chilling at the bar in the Hiatt. After determining that the kid next to me was 1, a girl and not a trap, and 2, legal, I started a chatting her up. A 20-something year old pastry chef, she was also part Hungarian, which I IMMEDIATELY brought up when my wife appeared, before she yelled “Lolicon!” and clouted me. We secured a table just as Friend Will made his appearance. Sometime during the next five Martinis I know my daughters dropped by, but reality was rather ephemeral at this point.
Even so, and even being a Race Realist, there was a moment when I looked about the table and thought, counterclockwise: me (pasty old white guy), 1/8 Jewess (half my age), Black guy (half my age), two Chinese girls, and my Central Asian wife, all there to celebrate and have a good time over Japanese comics and animation. What an amazing and too-short moment of Western Civilization!