Wonderduck had the idea to honor Steven’s passing to post some cheesecake. I’d not given it any thought.
I’d sent a dear friend the link that someone very close to me was on his way Home. She politely let me grieve without interference. Just now, she sent me some art she made. Guessing her intent, but unsure, I asked confirmation. Indeed, she made this for Steven, on my behalf. Dammit, Steven, even in death, you’re still touching lives.
Why is it so tanjed dusty in here?
Technically, that would be July 2nd, when the Second Continental Congress adopted Virginia’s Resolution for Independence. It was two days later, on the 4th, that Jefferson’s document, the Declaration, was approved by Congress. Traditions are funny things: how they start and evolve.
I’m planning to wrap of the next few episodes of this third segment in no more than a couple of weeks – I hope! My final illustrations for my children’s book, “Henge’s Big Day!” have come in, and I need to add the text to the body, title to the cover, legal stuff to the legal page… and then self-publish everything. Since I don’t do squat without a deadline, I’m setting September 30th as my publish date.
So, having mentioned the Declaration, how about Nichole has one, as well?
Wrote most of this a couple of nights ago, but have learned my lesson about posting from bed. I’m starting to enjoy the rhythm of this third segment: confusion from the POV of captain Muller versus Nichole’s quiet happiness of three days earlier. Of course, they’ll start to converge and/or overlap. Maybe. I’m looking forwards to what Nichole was thinking when she went all badass on the barbarian steppe leader… who’s not as much a barbarian as we’ve been lead to believe.
Sorry for the delay. Wife and family in Houston for her 3-mo post cancer checkup. Bloodwork: clear! CT scan: clear! PET scan: er, let’s talk. No, not bad, per se, just radioisotope uptake around her left eye. Back in November, that tiny little mass that turned out to be lymphoma was taken off her nose. The upper, left side of her nose. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in Machine Civilization, there’s no such thing as coincidences.
Well, they want her back in a another three months to repeat the test. Worrying is pointless, so I hope they’ve a safe drive back, so we can all have a good summer filled with drinking, writing, and lots of sex. In the meantime, speaking of getting backed up, Episode 17 is going to have be broken into at least two parts. There are a slew of new people to be introduced and I think at least one flashback.
One good thing about the delay is that I was able to do some picture and video research of the Kongo/Arleigh Burke destroyer class. I’m a bit more comfortable writing the meet-and-greet for the Portland civilians in the installment after this one. It will be too late before I have the ship sail away, but I even ordered a model kit of DDG-173 off EBay. Research!
That number keeps coming up: four loves, four laws. I wonder where it will surprise me, next?
Another ‘transitional’ episode, but Nichole does have a sudden realization. Amazing to think that both she and I didn’t know these things 24 hours ago. I love writing. Oh: I wrote this on a new laptop in Word, so the formatting is chewed, again. I’ll try to fix it for Ep11.
And I think I’ve a working link for Episodes 1-10 there at the left. Stupid formatting….
…which is not the same thing as back on rails (to make an RPG reference). I’d seen most of this yesterday evening, but as important writing is, family – even just day to day family stuff – always comes first.
I also realized that my episodes were getting unwieldy in size, so I’m trying to pare that back, too. There’s more on the roof next time. Maybe the walk back to campus in a light rain after that. Does Mackenzie explode under the attention? Joe develop PTSD? Gil confront Nichole about her connexion to Kongo?
I’ve no clue; but, I’m having so much fun!
Just finished another lovely deep-fried turkey. Wife wanted that to eat before she left tomorrow afternoon for Houston and radiation at MD Anderson . I exist to serve…dinner.
As I’ve mentioned, my machines have made me older that there are no such things as coincidences. This was seconded by a part-time pharmacist I work with. She’s also an illustrator. Her and her husband’s website is here. I’ve looked at their works and proposed that I commission them for either a webcomic or graphic novel. They’re more – allow (mich-allow?) me to blunt here – much more ‘artsy-fartsy’ than Will is, so I had to see a story that is more in line with their style.
The opening scene is below the fold. Thoughts?
Finally finished flogging the story for that contest I mentioned in the post just below. Had to add a little more story in Scene 2. After that, I had to format the text into what they wanted for submission; anyone who’s ever programmed a visual novel with instantly recognize the style. For whomever they pick as a winner, Voltage’s staff will just have to slap some “scene” and “show” commands in and they’re finished.
Anyway, I sent off my entry a bit ago. If you’d like to read it, the story’s below the fold. I definitely do ‘cute’ better than ‘political terror.’
At this point in time, it’s the only explanation in time for just how helpful people like Jordan Thornton (LLB Honours Grad; U of Portsmouth) and now the good (person/people?) at BooksChatter. I’ve never thought of myself as a nice person, so they must be enjoying the insults….
Two years ago, with no prompting from us, a law student from southern England, Mister Thornton, sent 3-AR Studios a link to a huge TVTropes page about our flagship visual novel, OTChi Kocchi. All his initiative, all his time. We’re still getting sales as a result of folks stumbling across his page.
Two years later, not only is BooksChatter, of the UK, hosting my first traditional novel for a day, they’ve hotlinks throughout it, images pulled from half a dozen sources, and even put together a YouTube playlist, for heaven’s sake! That’s a lot of work!
My family’s been in the US since before it was the US; it’s entirely likely that, 240 years ago, my ancestors were shooting at theirs. Why are these good people being so nice to me now?
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