It’s been an awful week: dog dead, family off on vacation, my boss back… an Iliad of woes. Very difficult to write in such an environment.
Thus, even a pantser such as I must break down and make some outlines, becoming a plotter, lest nothing be written at all. Below the fold is a pic of the notes I made this afternoon; I was able to lay down about 700 words in the evening, but things are in flux.
What were I an OCD such as Acire: able to plan an entire month! Two partial days on the heels of tragedy is the best I can do. Content tomorrow… what else is left to me?
Continue reading “Pulling my pants down”
By and large, this weblog is about my writings of Machine Civilization… hence the name. Still, every now and then some RealLife breaks in. This is one of those times.
Having successfully fought sarcoma just over a year ago, my mis-aptly named dog, Lucky Star, a schnoodle of only nine years, will be dead in 3-7 days from another cancer, of his upper spinal cord.
My house is a veritable Iliad of woes right now. For those who are followers of The Way, please pray for my wife and daughters, who are besides themselves. Me? I’ll just keep buggering on.
Because I needed to put the third and final piece (eavesdropping and Mackenzie) into place, first. Now the rest of Part One can begin to unfold. Things are going to be fine.
In Part One.
Continue reading ““Why isn’t the plot here, yet?!””
And now, having been given a glimpse of the beginning of ‘Crosses & Doublecrosses,’ and now the end of it, you might understand why I really never wanted to write the 60k words in between. Awful people.
Easter Egg in the Open: give me five LIKES and I’ll post the coda.
One week of Lent left! What to write about now?
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship (end)”
I remember taking a class on Shakespeare in my Junior year in high school. I’d imagine that in most schools, these days, dead white males such as him are not even taught anymore. The only memory I have was a class discussion having to do with the sonnets. I’ve no idea what it was, but this little cute pixy at my right spoke up in favor of what’d I’d said. I’d never noticed her before, but when you’re seventeen and suddenly look over to a cute, bright, smiling face inches from yours… memories are funny things.
Tomorrow? ExComm. Awful people doing awful things.
One coin with two sides
Love and Death spin in the air
Careful how it’s caught
Continue reading “Sunday Haiku (Sonnets are hard)”
*As in: I think this is the end of this little story. There are some odd notions drifting around the back of my mind and I kinda want to see if I can write them down. I know, I know… another tanjed cliffhanger. I’m a terrible person. If you really want to know what happened to Pavel, I know a place to find out.
But first, let’s have an argument at the office.
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – “W’Ai’de Awake 4” (end)*”
Not knowing much, well, anything, about international copyrights, this could best be called fanfiction. The main character here, Nike, plays a not-insignificant role in my forthcoming novel, Defiant.
This story takes place in a world created by Yoshitoshi ABe nearly twenty years ago. It yielded an anime that – while dated – is one of the most powerful and compelling stories I’ve ever experienced. For a non-Christian, ABe had an amazingly Catholic vision.
And yes: I do know who’s in the cocoon.
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams 4 (Abandoned Factory 0)”