This is a little longer, but I wanted it shut down this weekend. That, of course, is not the same as “over.” Few stories are ever over.
The construction of this is a bit different as I’ve made a change to my storytelling.
This was fun; perhaps too much fun, though. What next?
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One of the dangers of playing in someone else’s world is the sheer sense of wonder when you’re there. Think about going over to a friend’s place when you were a kid: your home is staid and boring. But their house has ALL THIS NEAT STUFF!
I’d finished about 750 words for today’s entry of Abandoned Factory, saved it, went for dinner with my wife. By the time I came back to post it… I hated it. Akaiame, Nike, and Engineer are most certainly mine, but this world into which I’ve put them is not; not remotely. Even the secondary characters are derivative.
Today’s post was going to be the first of seven, reflecting Akaiame’s climb up the inner floors of ruin in empty Building #1. But… no. I’m not going to spend another week here. I’m going to spend what little time is left tonight, tomorrow night, and Saturday using her seven floor climb in one whirlwind summation, culminating in the shock/cliff-hanger ending when she gets to the top.
And then, I’m going to write about something else.
Over 7200 total words. A writing exercise, he said. Not that long, he said. Good Lord; the plot hasn’t even shown up yet!
I laughed when they showed me the incident with Tommy!
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Took a mental heath day and not because it was 70F in central Ohio. There were two times, yesterday at work, when I had to stop and sit on the floor in the pharmacy to rest; I didn’t trust myself to sit on a chair. I’d had that wonderful writing jag all weekend but as a result I was having a hard time distinguishing this world from RealLife(TM). If you think that sounds hackneyed or stupid, you’re not a writer.
So what do I do with time away from work? Go back to the ‘Factory, of course. At 51, it’s not called ‘being self-destructive,’ it’s called ‘being aware of what little time is left.’
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Rounding out Akaiame’s ensemble. Although, apparently she’s going shopping tomorrow. Now that will be a challenge to write: some of my clothes are thirty years old…
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I really like this story. It’s wonderfully… comfortable. That will change, of course, in time. Akaiame is on the second-tallest building for a reason…
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Parts 0-2 are already at 2500 words. Let’s go ahead and call this one a light novel or novella. Anyone wanna do the b&w illustrations for me?
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