I’m credibly informed they do not keep your breath fresh.
Less than 36 hours after my declaration that “I’m not writing anything new this year!”… I saw something.
No, I’m not writing anything new in November (he dessemulates); I’m far too busy for the Book Fair of the 17th and the release of “F&R” three weeks later!
But. I saw the cover of my next book. It’s bright to dark as you look right to left. You see the sides of four older teenagers: machine Henge, with her purple hair & gold eyes looks at her intended, human Gary with love. He returns that look, while back to back with his sister Faustina, with her dark hair & glittering turquoise eyes, as she looks to the figure in shadow on the cover’s left, tempting her to evil.
This is going to be seriously awesome. I’ve explored a little of this in my ‘Second Bridge’ and ‘Worlds Without End’ writing exercises, even noting at the time that Faustina needs her own novel…
That time is soon.
I’ll make a first-pass edit of all this, this week, push it onto my talented copyeditor. In the mean time, I’ll finally get about implementing her changes for Friend and Ally and release that into the wild.
Continue reading “Done2/2”
Done story is done. Here’s the first of the last of the raw manuscript.
Without five to six figures up front, I’m never doing a writing trial such as this again. It will kill me. This is a near-run thing, as it is.
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A good weekend: no one died, in the story or in RealLife, and I was able to lay down 4k words. Wish my tanjed DayJob boss would get her shit straight with Madam Clio and find another job! Not one of any of the other pharmacists I work with have issues such as hers; “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it!” We’d one dog from southern Indiana; a Westie, so pre-crazy. Everyone else I’ve known from Indiana seems deranged, just like her.
Anyway. Show’s over and the Nation is on the move! A few, short, snapshots to get them over the pass and into the Centralia Valley. I did get a little sidetracked – still working on it, in fact, but the lead combat force of the horsemen, basically 17,500 dragoons with 2,500 responsible for light to medium artillery, are bearing down on Napaville as we speak. I allow Rhun a tell about how he plans to run the op against the cannibals, as well as letting you, the pre-readers, know how the turnabout against the City’s Regulars will happen, too.
Those of you that are of the faith, pray for me that I can keep this up all week; I know I cannot do this alone. Deus Volt!
Continue reading “Gotta love them lampshades!”
Putting aside our visual novel, OTChi Kocchi, it was NaNoWriMo that taught me to be a novelist. I am utterly wedded to the idea of irrational deadlines; were I not, nothing would ever get finished. This entry of Nichole5’s second book would put me just over the 50k limit demanded by NNRM, were I playing along.
That’s all well and good, but I need the Nation across the Cascades, beating the cannibals, betrayed by the Special Police, and burning Portland. In two weeks. Dang. The best I can hope for is either a mild heart attack that sidelines me from my DayJob, or a meteor hits the place, with the same affect.
Continue reading “Threshold”
Made a start on Part 3; the final part. After what’s below the fold I came to a halt as I realized Nichole’s time in the City before she departs on her mission to the Nation with need some meticulous planning on my part. She won’t be back for at least two months so I have to have all of my other characters otherwise engaged. Both in their day-to-day lives as well as for what happens in the end.
I’ll likely be dark for a couple of days. Unless I die (and I’ve told my wife to make a suitable post here if I do) I’ll be back with more content in a bit. Cheerio!
Continue reading “The Deep breath…”
Forgot my blood pressure meds last night. As it was cooler this AM, I made coffee around noon. Not being a total idiot, it was 50/50 decaf. Halfway through my second cup, I wondered why I felt so tanjed awful. I moved to the other side of the formal dining table (where I write) and picked up the BP machine.
164/90. I then recalled my missed med. Which I took immediately. By dinner, and after several glasses of wine, I checked again. 150/90.
Dammit! I took a third half-pill and reached for the whiskey. At least I was able to wrap up Part 2 today! Be a shame to die before I complete part 3 and the book! For those that are new or do not recall, the very last section, called “present day,” hearkens back to this.
There will be a break of a few days as I have to see the unfolding of the joint campaign of the Nation and the City’s Regular Army & Militia A against the cannibals. Only once they are defeated can I allow things to go to hell. Halloween comes fast; must make haste slowly.
Continue reading “Back to the Present”