Back on track. I re-re-read what I’d re-read yesterday. I’m just a middle-aged hack, but FFS, that was awful! Was I really drunk enough to write that?
I didn’t even bother editing it: deleted. Let’s try again. Sure: dashing Arpad is something of a player; nothing at all wrong with that. Has he a history? Well, lookie here…!
[Personal aside: thought about this all morning. Left phone upstairs in pharmacy while I went to eat lunch in ground floor cafeteria. Rather than troll news sites, I spent the next forty-ish minutes thinking about this story. Bits. Pieces. Glimpses. Pic…
What? Oh: “picnic.” My imagination opened like a carpet. Arpad owes Lily a lunch at her hospital, but after that… they’re going to go on a little date… how, why, where… don’t bother me: I’m writing!]
Continue reading “Empire’s Agent, pt.(7)”
At 1800, my wife was at the far end of the dining table looking at dishwashers on her phone. She thinks we need a new one; I think she needs to do a better job rinsing dishes before she puts them in.
At that time, I was staring off, wondering what to write. I kinda/sorta knew Gary was due for an appearance, but I really didn’t –
And then, in an instant, I did. Everything below the fold was there in my eyes. Creative writing is so… strange!
Continue reading “The Second Bridge, pt.2”
After last night I knew I had to get back to writing or I’d die. Considered various ideas throughout the workday. Just after 1700, when I was cleaning the isolation hood, the roar of its motor must have mixed with the chemicals in the Cavicide wipes to let me see something. Not a lot of detail but certainly a week’s or more worth of story. I’d been thinking about Faustina, however by lunch I’d come to know I didn’t know her well enough to tell her story.
For Gary and Henge, though, I’d already laid down two big markers: one in “Echoes of Family Lost” and another in ‘Worlds Without End.’ I’ll be picking them up now. This is, I think, going to be a great deal of fun!
This may seem shorter than usual, but when you only need to write dialog, as in a play, it tends to keep your word count down.
PS I came up with the title after writing all this. It derives from something Ai said late in “The Fourth Law.” In doing so, I may have been given a glimpse of Faustina’s story. Apologies to Cornelius Ryan in advance.
Continue reading “The Second Bridge, pt.1”
I caught myself thinking about Arpad’s history today. This is a writing exercise, not a novel, dammit!
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Empire’s Agent, pt.2”
Writing this, I thought at the time is was the last installment. Late last night, more drunk than normal, I saw a little more about Faustina. Looking at what my then-self wrote, I’m not entirely thrilled with it. After I post this, I’m going to see if they allow me to ‘soften’ what I wrote.
She’s still going to be fundamentally good, but what eight year-old, who can move effortlessly between the machine’s home and ours wouldn’t end up a little disturbed or drunk on power? Anyway: plan on the curtain coming down on WWE on or about installment #10.
Let’s wrap up the Pope’s visit!
Continue reading “MCD – Worlds Without End 8”
Gary may think that Henge has learned a little subtlety from her father, but when it comes to getting what she wants… maybe not. In the fallout of the wedding of their friend Susie, Henge unearths a problem and wants it fixed. Now. By an expert. So here’s installment seven that, along with eight, has a special guest!
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A cracked open door about the culture in Knoxville, some ten plus years after the Breakup. And more Faustina.
I have to be careful here, too. I’m already interested in who Faustina is and what her relationship with MC is. I’ve only known her for three days but I bet I could build a novel around her.
I just might!
Continue reading “MCD – Worlds Without End 3”