Not writing anything on Sunday freaked me out so I thought about things Monday – so much my brain shorted out and I had to leave DayJob at 1500 – and came home to write a little. I’d thought I’d try following on Empire’s Agent, about Arpad and Lily. I dropped about 400 words and went to bed. Going back to look at them, just now, I must have been worse off than I thought: just awful!
The problem, of course, is me. After starring in my first two novels, Lily Barrett is something of an iconic figure of my future history. One doesn’t just randomly use icons in short story writing exercises. I’m going to spend the rest of this evening thinking and making a few notes. I am really interested where this might lead but I don’t want to bugger it up.
Content tomorrow. Something. Promise.
Saw much while at work today: project manager Chinon’s surprise when Dorina tells him she’ll be running things at Chise’s brief restart; Shandor’s possible betrayal (and thus Thaad’s possible reaxion); Pius XIII on his knees in his office in the Vatican, praying; a certain door to a certain chamber opening… as the thin rug of reality that gets torn out from under Leslie…
So I saw that. But I’m very tired and do not want to screw it all up for everyone. Please, grant me a night for them to let me dream their details. Confused? You won’t be after tomorrow’s episode of The Second Bridge.
PS You really, really think there are such things as coincidences? This showed up, today, of all days!
It’s a lousy pun, but it’s mine. So there.
It looks as if were going to be learning about Ai’s first interactions with her father. That also means her interactions with humans in general. Honestly, I’m a bit curious, myself. Must be why I decided to come back to it.
I had to go ask my older teenaged daughter what you call those long strands of hair in front of your ears. It’s good to have experts to draw upon when writing!
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams: “W’Ai’de Awake” 2″
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?
Continue reading “MCD – Abandoned Factory 7 (Close)”
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.
I’ve never had much use for “the Holidays.” I am asocial and dislike the dark of winter. Even as an orthodox Catholic, Christmas is just a matter of “meh” for me. And this year, things preyed on my mind.
- Would it be ready for Ohayocon? “It?” Wait & see, below the fold.
- With our family finances in tatters, I can neither afford a line-editor nor a book cover for Defiant.
- My wife silently badgers me to make my next writing project about her father’s oral history. I want to do that; I’m committed to it. But it’s not fun! That’s work! I want to SEE more of my friends and family in Machine Civilization!
- Day-job is becoming more and more oppressive, leading to my reaxion of coming home and immediately climbing into the bottle. Very bad form.
- All combining into the past six weeks: not writing a tanjed thing. And, borderline psychotic as a result of it. Hell, today, at day-job, I had to use scissors to cut out some QR barcodes. My right hand shook badly enough that Friend Tracy asked if something was wrong….
Yes. Yes there is: in abandoning writing, I’ve abandoned myself. I’m dying; at a rather astonishing rate. I do not want this: I’ve glimpses: Gary & Henge, older, trying to talk out where and what to do with their love for one another. Nichole5 stands with Togame atop the New Tokyo Tower, with its Reactionless Thruster crown, talking about off-world colonies. Editing Pirate Twins into a light-novel-with-pictures or a graphic novel…
I’ve so much to do, and I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. Lent and lighter evenings are upon me; I’m not one to “give up” as I’ve so little. Instead, I shall take on: my father-in-law’s history, Machine Civilization’s new stories, things I cannot imagine.
Clear the decks: I’m engaging my enemy!
Apropos of this, below the fold is the utterly astounding artwork of Matt Michallow of StarArtWorks. He, through me, the guy wearing his art, owned Ohayocon, the largest animecon of central Ohio, two weeks ago. Over 350 pictures taken!
Continue reading “Coming Back to Life”
From a few in-person, including my wife, but mostly via email. Why almost no one ever leaves comments here, I don’t know.
There was much unhappiness how I wrapped up Defiant Act 2.5: at the pool with Joe’s diagnosis. If I were to distill is all down, I guess “casually tossing out a main character!” would be the flak I caught.
Yeah. I did. Because this was never meant to be a coherent novel, but a nine-month long writing exercise, the break from Acts 2 and 3 was huge. 2.5 was meant to be a bridge; but, it seems that like the Lewis & Clarke, it was a bridge too far. The anchor issue is that Joe MUST have cancer and go to Japan for treatment: he’s on the boat back to Portland with Maya in “Cursed Hearts.”
Is it the hyper-sexualized environment of the pool, and the emotional whiplash after, when Nichole5 realizes her First Friend is sick? A human girl would have no idea about his illness and banged him then and there. Nichole5 chose to shatter the moment for everyone in face of what she sees as a medical emergency.
Perhaps I went too far, too fast. I’ll give some thought as to how I might re-write this. Suggestions welcome, as I see nothing, right now.