MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship (end)

And now, having been given a glimpse of the beginning of ‘Crosses & Doublecrosses,’ and now the end of it, you might understand why I really never wanted to write the 60k words in between.  Awful people.

Easter Egg in the Open:  give me five LIKES and I’ll post the coda.

One week of Lent left!  What to write about now?

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MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship (pt.4)

Things coming together nicely.  DayJob is better for the next week as my boss is on vacation.  With that mental pressure off I thought about writing through the weekend, but recalled I must get my submission for a new cover up on 99designs; that’s a week overdue.

I realize I’m lecturing a little bit but at this point in his life, Barrett has no one else to talk to.  His daughter, Lily, mentions that in passing in ‘The Fourth Law’:  “Had her father lost all of his friends?”

A pyramid of human skulls is little comfort in your old age.

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MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship

If this short from my never-completed ‘Crosses & Doublecrosses’ represents part of Chapter One, what I’m doing here is from the last chapter.  Don’t worry about ‘spoilers!’ or anything like that:  the events of ‘Death Ship’ are broadly telegraphed in my first novel, ‘The Fourth Law.’  Don’t even fret over knowing Sylvia’s dead; I actually shoot her in the prologue.  How’s that for “starting your story in the middle”?

One of the reasons – and there were several – that I abandoned C&DC was the sheer awfulness of it all:  the characters, the situations, the settings.  Writing about misery made me miserable.  Getting ready for Holy Week next week, how about a story rich in death, betrayal, and crucifixions…?

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Sunday Haiku (Sonnets are hard)

I remember taking a class on Shakespeare in my Junior year in high school.  I’d imagine that in most schools, these days, dead white males such as him are not even taught anymore.  The only memory I have was a class discussion having to do with the sonnets.  I’ve no idea what it was, but this little cute pixy at my right spoke up in favor of what’d I’d said.  I’d never noticed her before, but when you’re seventeen and suddenly look over to a cute, bright, smiling face inches from yours… memories are funny things.

Tomorrow?  ExComm.  Awful people doing awful things.

One coin with two sides

Love and Death spin in the air

Careful how it’s caught

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Moar Haiku

As the end of Lent draws near, I’m not planning on abandoning daily writing and posting.  I guess like finally going to a gym and sticking with it for over a month it becomes a habit that feels good.  But I am going to restructure things.  This weekend is an example of that.

I’m still so tired from my day-job that I do need a little time to stare at the walls.  So whether they’re haiku or iambic pentameter, weekends will be fluff.  In the background, I’m still writing:  I put down 498 words just now on what will likely be another 3-4 day micro-story.  It’s an unpleasant character doing unpleasant things but I do believe in pushing myself.

The reedit of T4L & EFL continues.  I’m planning on creating my project for a new T4L cover tomorrow (early-bird warning to any illustrators who follow me!) and I need to format – and RENAME – ‘Defiant’ into 6″ x 9″ w/chapters format.  Boring!  But it must be done.

Here’s a poem.  Below the fold is a tiny personal message.

Spending all my time

In the world inside my mind

You’re older; soon gone!

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