I’m beginning to think I should turn this into a sub-folder before it takes over this blog. I’ve never done a flash-fiction series in this weblog before, and am not entire clear on the visual dynamics of how to effectively present it. Suggestions welcome.
As I mentioned on Gab.ai, I’d paused this right before Europa came out mad. I’d not seen that. My family and I went to the Saturday 1700 Mass. The OT reading, from Jerimiah, was about J telling God, “You duped me!” Sitting there in the pew, I started grinning like more of an idiot as the rest of #11 opened in my mind.
There are no such things as coincidences.
Continue reading “Pirate Twins 11”
Over 50k words, he said! Just another 8-10k to finish the book, he said!
Annnnd then, Dorina showed up. To quote from Band of Brothers: “…well, hello 2nd Armored!”
Look, it’s NOT exposition and I AM NOT LECTURING! I can prove it, below the fold! These people just keep showing up… this just keeps happening…!
Seriously: I need to start killing everyone. No! I mean it! Don’t you dare click on Continue reading “Baton”
Today, Saturday, was the semi halfway point between both my girl’s birthdays. We all, plus my mother-in-law (we sat far apart) went to a nominally Japanese steakhouse. I bet I spoke more anime-Japanese than the staff. Still and all, good time, good food. Eldest Daughter is now Sweet Sixteen. She said there’s a boy she’s fond of. I said I have rifles about which I feel the same. We have one another’s measure.
I’ve broken 50k words. In and of itself, that means nothing, but recall I was raised on NaNoWriMo’s “50k words in November!” so it kind of sticks. What’s happening at that word mark is below the fold. I’d guess another 8-12k to
kill everyone, er, wrap things up. Following that, as I said in a previous post, editing will consist of adding material to make the modules I’ve written, over so much time, link to one another.
Will Deonne in two sentences completely changed how I write horror (it works, now), but I know I still suck at action/fighting. Anyone have any ideas as I head into the final Act?
Continue reading “Milestone and millstones”
I’d announced to my family yesterday that there were leftovers in the fridge. I told my wife I’d not be watching anything in the basement, thus not turning on the pellet stove. To all and sundry: leave daddy the eff alone: he’s writing.
It’s 2245 now, past an old man’s bed time, but I’ve 3.2k words for today. MUCH more importantly are the milestones: I’ve radically changed Chris & Cat’s relationship with a pivotal secondary character, and got Chris baptized. Hey, when you consider yourself a writer of nominally Catholic stories, things like that matter.
So: I got the cousins from UCSD to the Hotel del Coronado. Pre-dinner politics. It wasn’t until Cat excused herself to the bathroom that I saw that Anton has lost his mother when he was a boy; that allowed me to radically change the dynamic between these three. This is going to echo through the rest of the novel; probably upping the death-toll, too.
Below the fold is another example of why creative writing sometimes scares me: as recently as two hours ago, not a single idea of any of this existed anywhere inside my head. Sometimes it seems for me that prayer is an ‘SDI’ project.
Continue reading “Dinner.”
It’s 2334, local time, on 30 September 2016. Less than 26 minutes shy of my self-imposed publishing date.
To borrow from Arkada at Glass Reflections: “ladies, gentlemen, and others, let’s jam!”
Henge’s Big Day!
Link to hardcopy once it’s ready. W00t for irrational deadlines!
Seven days. What an awful host I am.
This one was a little odd: I wrote the first few paragraphs about five days ago, then stopped. RealLife(TM) got a bit busy with the wife and kids getting ready for yet another vacation (without me), but even so, I saw nothing of the story. So, I waited.
Yesterday, I gave up waiting and went full-on coffee and bourbon. Wrote all but the meal scene, below. Just did that now.
This almost seems like a tangent to the plot (I’ve a plot?) but knowing now how “Defiant” ultimately ends – I think – what’s here is germane. I’ll do better tomorrow. Promise.
Continue reading “Brothers in Arms”
Title from a song from the band, Chvrches. They’re pretty good. Look ’em up.
Finally wrapping things up from this battle. There’s still much to be discovered: past and present. And: here and somewhere else. I pray I can see more through these shadows to write more. For those of you that swing that way, pray for me.
No one leaves comment! Is it broken? I shall try from my wife’s laptop, Togame, and see.
Below the fold? I see dead people.
[edited; because I’m sober, now]
Continue reading ““And if I Recover…””