People settle in to a daily routine fairly quickly, no matter what said people are made of. The quicker I can establish a “baseline” for Akaiame, the faster I can jerk it out from under her. Sometimes being a writer means to be a terrible person.
Their names are related to how they died. I mentioned Purgatory. They’re dead. This blog is a writing exercise; if you don’t like it, my apologies.
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Continue reading “Red Rain, 4/x”Names are important and now she has one, reflecting the title of this short story. Having characters asleep is a cheap way of covering a lot of ground with little typing; a bit like a montage in video. I’m able to have a 3rd person say what happened without spending 3000 words on what did happen.
Now that she’s awake, things shall begin to happen faster and faster for Akaiame. This is supposed to be short story, after all. I’ve already cut the entire “meet the priests” segment from twice now (yes, for once I’m that far ahead) to keep the camera focused tightly on Akkie. I want to see this world through her eyes.
We get our first hint that this is a very different place; time is not.
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Continue reading “Red Rain, 3/x”Apologies. Bad RealLife morning; Daughter #1 had her car totaled in the rain. She’s fine.
I’m pressed for time, so nothing to really say. The protag gets a name. Based upon a horrible event.
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Continue reading “Red Rain, 2/x”Starry Sky allowed me to play with the ideas of death and purgatory; really happy subjects. Because I try to do things differently every now and again, I was gifted a vision of what I am starting here. And, to do something I have never published before (I did try my hand at it once; amateur hour writing), I am going to try some allegory. Not 100%, mind you, where “everything points to something else,” but at least 50% or more.
Further, the protagonist of the story, introduced in the second part of this segment, is the antagonist of my romance/horror novel, Cursed Hearts. And, the character of Nike inhabited the two novels of the saga of Nichole 5 Clarke. The young woman is a horrible but tragic figure, a tortured and wounded soul who in the novel lashes out at the world, wanting nothing more than to be with her step-brother. I wanted to see if she could get a second chance.
Let’s see where this goes, friends. Deus vult.
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Continue reading “Red Rain, 1/x”As I mentioned in the lead in to segment 3, we get into the weeds of some Catholic theology here. However, all of my stories are just about the relationships between people, especially families. So, here, we have a kind of reconciliation between Caillie Pratt (Hartmann) and Clive Barrett, with a call-out to his work in Crosses & Doublecrosses.
A kind-of beta reader thought the last bit was a little too joyous. I overruled her; what is more joyous that knowing you made it? Or, for the long-dead head of both branches of your family to know you made it? Anyway, it is what it is.
Oddly, the next short I’ve in mind is also a kind of purgatorial story. Not sure why I have that rattling about my head these days. I hope to start rolling it out by Wednesday. Thanks for reading.
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Continue reading “Starry Sky, 4/end”Wow. This is very, very hard. There’s a reveal at the end of this segment, making it hurt even more, to watch, helplessly, a grandchild die. I do not understand why I am told to tell this story. And we’re only a few hours into the night.
As I mentioned last time, this is something of an emotional trainwreck. Bypass at your choice.
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Continue reading “Starry Sky, 2/x”Allie tells her story, most of it, to her parents. Their pride in her is obvious, as is her modesty; she is no Fussy or Aurie
Between the Lewis Carroll and Easter references, this is becoming an allegory. I need to review my notes for the rest of Part 5 this weekend. I’ve got a pretty good idea about the Epilogue, but need to get from here to there, first.
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Continue reading ““The Fallen” 5/5″Part one of two of the story’s end. This wraps up Bob’s side of things. I’m edging out of “hard SF” here, but that’s okay. Their world is Changed and we know a helluva lot less about ours than we think we do.
Off to Imaginarium in an hour. Four to six hour drive, depending on weather and traffic. Nothing on the schedule tonight, so I’ll see what I can do for Konev’s wrap up. Obviously, Reina will be there. She’s always there.
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Continue reading “Book 17. Epilogue. 1/2”The last part of Part Four. And, yes, it’s a little weird. These are raws and I’ll clean it up in one of my editing passes before I give it to my copyeditor; otherwise, he’d likely delete it and email “what the f*ck was that!?”
It’s a matter of Chekov’s Gun: you mention the rifle over the mantlepiece in Act One, it damn well better go off later. Konev and his team came across Joseph, so here he is again.
I’m half done with the Epilogue. That half is about Bob, El, others, and yes, “Joseph” gets an explanation. The second half, hopefully later today – BTW, it’s 0500 right now – will be about Konev. Then, for all contented porpoises, I’ll be finished and able to begin my three editing passes.
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Continue reading “Book 17. Part Four. 9 End”For my loyal, book-buying readers, this is not Ninon’s first speaking role. We’ve seen her twice in two other books but she has a role to play in my novella. She is a Machine very interesting in finding more of her own kind in the stars; but, every now and then, a human’s plight seems to tug something of the the fourth law in her.
After my blitz on Sunday, I’ve enough for posts this week. I saw an odd image yesterday and it is compelling me to write a story around it. A story about a world already over.
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