I really need to find a doctor or NP. My drinking has lead to liver disease or cirrhosis. Not that I’ll stop drinking until N5 v2 is complete, but I’d like to know exactly what’s wrong with me: even with Metoprolol, my BP is up, I get tired easily, lose my balance in the mornings, and my right under my ribs hurts.
In the mean time, Nichole starts her tour. This segment touches on her school fellows and puts Nancy in a can. We’ll be back to Zom’s for dinner – have to fit Joe in somewhere as he’s a part of the second to last scene of Part 3… a fighting retreat. Honestly, I don’t actually see him die… Tomorrow should be a good day for writing. If you’re inclined, pray for me*. I’d appreciate it.
*For the stories, not my health. I’m gonna die regardless… need to get these out!
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They really are. You can learn a lot from reading my stories.
Tired from DayJob but wanted to jot down the rest of the dinner scene before it leads into Mackenzie’s history. The only problem is: they’ve not shown me anything of her history! I think the rest of her family is dead, but I’ve no real idea. I got to the last line of the tiny entry of what’s below, walked away from the computer, loaded the dishwasher, made sure my clothes were ready for the morning… and: nothing.
Tomorrow, depending on when my family returns, will be chaos. I hope we can learn the name of Mackenzie’s brother, soon.
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Short? Sure it is. Abrupt? I don’t think so. Lampshade hung? I thought I did, both in the main story and this coda.
Consider: the “short” story of ‘The Second Bridge’ came in at 11.4k words. This “little” bonus ending is 4900 words. Sometimes, no matter how interesting these people are, I need to walk away for other projects.
To wit: my copyeditor has returned the 2nd edition of ‘Echoes of Family Lost.’ This weekend shall be spent implementing those changes. I tell you: no matter how you might prize your storytelling, when an editor hands back a manuscript – that you thought was fine – essentially bleeding red ink… it’s an incredibly humbling experience.
Thanks, everyone, for reading about Henge and her families. I hope you love them all as much as I do. After this weekend’s editing, we’ll be off again!
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This is taking on a life of its own. Just as most of my stories do. I’m not letting myself get dragged into a discussion of biomechanics for pt3, so I’ll deal with that as quickly as I can. Especially as I’ve heard Gary’s last words in the last scene. I must return to the 2nd edition of Echoes of Family Lost and the copy-edit of The Saga of Nichole5.
I also must keep writing each day. Tricky, that.
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I was just tooling around the keyboard, kinda thinking I’d write a story about Faustina. I wrote two paragraphs. Two days went by. Nothing. I looked at the third paragraph.
“I can turn this into a glimpse both into what happened after Henge was made, as well as a tinier glimpse eighteen months into her future.”
I deleted the first two paragraphs and tried again.
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When she was young, she never smiled like this. Now that she’s older and has changed states, I wanted to pass this along. Made by Tracy Michallow of StarArtWorks. She and her husband are quite talented; please give them a visit!
I’ve paddled about my future history and have so far not come up with where I’m going next. I have to have an answer tomorrow, or I’ll die. And, what the hell am I supposed to rename “Defiant”?!
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Funny that I’ve yet to reach the plot point that made me laugh out loud while driving to work yesterday. Perhaps tomorrow. Whether 500 or 5000 words, I need to create a permanent or temporary close to this story: the professional edit and new cover for my first novel “The Fourth Law” are complete and I need those uploaded to Createspace. The cover is the easy part. The text body has to go from Word to pdf, wherein I edit and move, then request a physical proof for review. I’ve done this three times already, but at about once every nine months I drink too much to recall the details.
Below the fold, I’d had some conversations recently with some in the medical field about challenges that might be faced by new-made humans.
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