I am, by many measures, a failure as a human. I have no empathy, no sympathy. I am not emotionally expressive. This past weekend we saw Daughter #1 formally off to college. My wife was a wreck. I gave my girl a hug and said “call or text if you’ve problems; later.”
It’s not that I don’t have and express emotions, it’s that I choose where to do it and even then can get blind-sided. I thought the short story of “Old Friends” was going to be a harmless reunion. Until I was more than halfway into the project did they show me that John Brunelli was unwell. Nichole’s reaction to that was so severe that I was unable to write. Yes, you read that correctly: a character’s reaction to a revelation in my own head was so strong I couldn’t function properly.
I was finally able to sneak up on it in pieces. I could split it, but why make y’all any more miserable than I was? Here’s the last part of “Old Friends.” I so need to write something light and fluffy next…
Continue reading “Departing Friends”
On fire for this short story, it seems. Wonder what they will show me tomorrow?
PS Spoilers for my novels ahead.
Continue reading “Older Friends”
I’m aware the raw manuscript of C&DC needs attention. Screw that. I know I need a few more shorts for my short story collexion that will be three books hence. As a result, I saw something from having re-read a line from “Foes and Rivals,” where sergeant John Brunelli makes a promise to Nichole 5.
How long would that take? What sort or world would these people be living in by then? I made some notes (mostly questions to myself), sat down, and got this. About 1700 word; and this story is just beginning. I wonder where it will go?
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A still from the song “Tokyo Girl” from Perfume… below the fold, an excerpt from a short story I wrote about it.
Continue reading “When My Stories Imitate Art….”
Is this a personal record? Going dark 32 days? Training at Dayjob has been hectic; Daughter #1 is in her last weeks of HS; Daughter #2 passed her Drivers Test; frantic work to get the WWE raw manuscript complete by my 31 May deadline… and I ignore everyone who reads my work here. Apologies.
Believe it or not, Part One is complete, just shy of 38k words. I’m already about 7k words into Part Two but this is something of a misnomer: I’ve bits and pieces of Part Two strung about two HDD all amounting to 16k more words. There is a lot of ‘bridging’ I have to do to make it all hang together, otherwise those pieces will be rejected by readers and hang separately.
The latter part of Part One surprised me. A person who’d been a tertiary character was suddenly the key to wrapping up the story. That sort of thing is fairly typical for my compartmentalized writing style of simply putting down what they show me. I never know where any of this is going.
Below the fold is a short pause just before a rush of action to the ending. Humor is involved as well as the star of my last two novels, who’s now a pilot.
Continue reading “Forgetting the Important Things”