After being so far into Nichole’s world over the weekend, my boss asked me about ten minutes into work, “Are you okay?” At least I was able to confuse her with my reply…
“I am only a little in your world.”
Fortunately I never really crossed back, so was able to rush home and toss out what’s below. Starts off playful, but once over the pass, goes dark quickly. Not sure what, beyond notes, I’ll manage the rest of the week, but I’ll do my best.
Continue reading “Crossing the divide”
Probably sounds better in Latin. Which makes an appearance in the last few lines of this update.
Saturday I had two mixed drinks: gin and Monster. Wrote about 1600 words. Sunday, as I was making then eating my chili con queso con carne, I’d beer. Wrote Nichole and Tuchman into a room, about 150 words… then, nothing. Late Monday AM, back to wine and 1100 words were there at my fingertips. I’ve seen the snippets of their ride back and her reunion with Gil and Mackenzie, but I’ve RealLife matters to attend to.
So much for beer. Sad. I homebrewed for over fifteen years, but gave it up because of the carbs. “All things change; all things die.”
Continue reading ““All of Alcohol is divided into three parts…””
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)”