Tears, sweat, blood

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!

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AM or PM?

“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?!

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Pirate Twins, coda

This not the short I originally saw.  After last night’s tragic news, I wanted to a little more about the West’s current attempt at suicide.  But, there’s still hope.  Hope, much like Evil, can often be found in the most unlikely places.

Thanks, everyone, for reading this story.  I think I’ll try to make ‘Defiant’ into a proper novel, but I’m taking the rest of this weekend off.

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Pirate Twins 10

Was originally going to stop this whole thing at #10.  Momentum and the gathering thereof.  So, maybe #15.  This is a little shorter, as there’s not that much talking in it:  Logres and Europa get some together-time and use their mouths for something else.  If you’re below the age of twelve, this segment has icky-mushy stuff in it.  You’ve been warned.

It’s the weekend, so I think I’ll get another drink and go ahead and write #11.

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Pirate Twins, 8

Learning to stop myself when I know the next dialog sequence between the characters.  That allows me 24 hours to play with the beginning of the next section.  Thus:  I saw the first ten lines between Logres and Libby yesterday.  I know what they talk about when the cross the Channel tonight.  As to what happens next, I’ll know before I sit back down to write in 23 hours.

Sneaky, old, clever, and lazy works for me.

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Pirate Twins, 7

Skipped dinner to knock this out.  I’ll grab some cheese before bed.  I introduce three new characters in 1200 words.  I hope that violates MANY guides to Proper Writing.  Not sure where this is going tomorrow night, but I’m pretty sure busty, bossy Libby will be in it!

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Reversion to the Median

Back to normal, really.  After nearly a 4-week hiatus getting “Cursed Hearts” released into the wild and dealing with some RealLife issues, things will be getting back on track here.

Yesterday was Matsuricon in Columbus, Ohio, the second biggest animecon in this area.  Unlike making it a long family weekend as we do for Ohayocon, we just drop by on Saturday.  Got there around 1030; was surprisingly empty, so Registration was a breeze.  Suddenly filled up around 1200.  Was everyone hungover and sleeping in?

Caught a panel about buying odd stuff from Japan, the creator of the Monogatari series, and a short performance by Kazha (they were okay).  Also hit the Dealers Room and got some Angel Beats artbooks and a Saber Lily figurine for my wife.

Later, was chilling at the bar in the Hiatt.  After determining that the kid next to me was 1, a girl and not a trap, and 2, legal, I started a chatting her up.  A 20-something year old pastry chef, she was also part Hungarian, which I IMMEDIATELY brought up when my wife appeared, before she yelled “Lolicon!” and clouted me.  We secured a table just as Friend Will made his appearance.  Sometime during the next five Martinis I know my daughters dropped by, but reality was rather ephemeral at this point.

Even so, and even being a Race Realist, there was a moment when I looked about the table and thought, counterclockwise:  me (pasty old white guy), 1/8 Jewess (half my age), Black guy (half my age), two Chinese girls, and my Central Asian wife, all there to celebrate and have a good time over Japanese comics and animation.  What an amazing and too-short moment of Western Civilization!