Not writing anything on Sunday freaked me out so I thought about things Monday – so much my brain shorted out and I had to leave DayJob at 1500 – and came home to write a little. I’d thought I’d try following on Empire’s Agent, about Arpad and Lily. I dropped about 400 words and went to bed. Going back to look at them, just now, I must have been worse off than I thought: just awful!
The problem, of course, is me. After starring in my first two novels, Lily Barrett is something of an iconic figure of my future history. One doesn’t just randomly use icons in short story writing exercises. I’m going to spend the rest of this evening thinking and making a few notes. I am really interested where this might lead but I don’t want to bugger it up.
Content tomorrow. Something. Promise.
Wow. All this in five hours. Sorry, folks, I’m taking tomorrow off or else I’m dead.
I’m hoping to see something that takes me off in a new direxion tomorrow. 11k words here is, I think, enough. I am SO HAPPY things ended up where they are. Sure: I can go full Will Deonne and have Henge’s nanomaterials disassociate her into a drift of sand on the floor, but I don’t think I will.
Sweet Jesus: what will their children be like?!
Continue reading “The Second Bridge, pt.11”
Awful day. Cable modem has failed. Too hungover to bang wife in the AM. Cooking last turkey of the season and something’s wrong with the propane system. Kill me.
At least there’s this.
Continue reading “The Second Bridge pt.6”
Ecchi. Well, how ecchi can you get for two that have been betrothed to one another for over ten years? I commend their self-discipline. Henge and Dorina are up to something, we know. They’re feeding info the to the scientists and engineers at Oak Ridge, we know.
We need to find out what we don’t know. Not necessarily today, though. Did I mention ecchi? I don’t know any… are Gen Zyklon kids capable of this sort of self-restraint?
Continue reading “The Second Bridge, pt.4”
This morning, I was preoccupied with thoughts about fusion reactors. At my lunch, I tried to catch up on where current tech was for their development.
As I was getting ready to leave DayJob, I realized that was stupid and that my characters were talking over drinks in a bar.
Where that went… I’d no idea. The last half of this short – who’s Tracy? – was just shown to me.
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At 1800, my wife was at the far end of the dining table looking at dishwashers on her phone. She thinks we need a new one; I think she needs to do a better job rinsing dishes before she puts them in.
At that time, I was staring off, wondering what to write. I kinda/sorta knew Gary was due for an appearance, but I really didn’t –
And then, in an instant, I did. Everything below the fold was there in my eyes. Creative writing is so… strange!
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After last night I knew I had to get back to writing or I’d die. Considered various ideas throughout the workday. Just after 1700, when I was cleaning the isolation hood, the roar of its motor must have mixed with the chemicals in the Cavicide wipes to let me see something. Not a lot of detail but certainly a week’s or more worth of story. I’d been thinking about Faustina, however by lunch I’d come to know I didn’t know her well enough to tell her story.
For Gary and Henge, though, I’d already laid down two big markers: one in “Echoes of Family Lost” and another in ‘Worlds Without End.’ I’ll be picking them up now. This is, I think, going to be a great deal of fun!
This may seem shorter than usual, but when you only need to write dialog, as in a play, it tends to keep your word count down.
PS I came up with the title after writing all this. It derives from something Ai said late in “The Fourth Law.” In doing so, I may have been given a glimpse of Faustina’s story. Apologies to Cornelius Ryan in advance.
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