As the end of Lent draws near, I’m not planning on abandoning daily writing and posting. I guess like finally going to a gym and sticking with it for over a month it becomes a habit that feels good. But I am going to restructure things. This weekend is an example of that.
I’m still so tired from my day-job that I do need a little time to stare at the walls. So whether they’re haiku or iambic pentameter, weekends will be fluff. In the background, I’m still writing: I put down 498 words just now on what will likely be another 3-4 day micro-story. It’s an unpleasant character doing unpleasant things but I do believe in pushing myself.
The reedit of T4L & EFL continues. I’m planning on creating my 99designs.com project for a new T4L cover tomorrow (early-bird warning to any illustrators who follow me!) and I need to format – and RENAME – ‘Defiant’ into 6″ x 9″ w/chapters format. Boring! But it must be done.
Here’s a poem. Below the fold is a tiny personal message.
Spending all my time
In the world inside my mind
You’re older; soon gone!
Continue reading “Moar Haiku”
If there’s a two, there’s going to be a three.
I’m in complete control; I can quit anytime I want…!
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Togame Tower 2”
I swear, I really do, that I wanted to do a series of pico-stories: less than 1k words each day for a few days…. And that lasted as long as a politician’s promise.
This takes place just before the curtain rises of my next commercial novel. It’s still free, there in the sidebar or in the pulldown menu, as “Defiant.” Should have taken it down months ago. Old and lazy. Whatever the Empress has to say, she’d going to say it in the next installment, and then I’m moving onto something else!
I swear! Hey…. hey! Why doesn’t anyone believe – !
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – “Togame Tower””
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)”
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.
To cite Arkada of Glass Reflections: ladies, gentlemen, and others, I present to you the final installment of Act 2.5 of “Defiant.” Yes, you read that right: the writing component is complete. Editing and ret-conning the four parts of this 18-month, 85.5k writing exercise into a proper novel will begin.
And therein lies your chance, you followers of this blog and those that have wandered in via my sole social media presence on Gab.ai: if you so desire, you can d/l and read the entire story between now and Saturday, for free. It’s very, very rough, but you’ll get what you pay for. Come Saturday, whenever I wake up, I’ll be pulling the entire ‘free webnovel’ down as I begin to turn it into a commercial novel. As always, I’ll do the first-pass editing myself. Second and copyediting – and a cover – are as yet an unknown; after the layabout wife and the Dog With the Golden Nose, it’s all ramen and Taco Bell salsa packets here. My sole, possible, hard-deadline, is January 26th, when I might have another Creative Writing panel at Ohayocon. If I do, I’d like to say, “since my last panel, I’ve published two books… what did you do?” Keeps the snarkers from snarking.
Anyway, there’s just over thirty five hundred fricking words below the fold! Open a bottle of wine or make a pot of coffee, the one right next to that bottle of bourbon, sit back, and, please, see what I’ve seen… and have fun!
Continue reading “Tears, sweat, blood”
“Meet me at eight!”
Who hasn’t been there at some moment of their life? In this case, Nichole and Joe go back to Portland, a diversion to Zom’s, some other characters show up… for dinner…
Oh my God, they leave the battlezone at dawn! That has them back into the City around 0800! What the hell am I supposed to do for the next nine to ten hours?!
Continue reading “AM or PM?”