As Churchill noted, jaw-jaw is better than war-war. But, there are some people that just need killin.’ Cannibals, for instance. I know way back in Defiant Act I, wrote that how they were dressed and cut their heads, “it was hard to tell the men from women.” So, I could be really edgy and call them tranny-cannies; that should trigger a few thousand hate-hits to my little blog.
Meh. I’m just here to tell the stories they show me; as Nichole discovers, sitting across from Mayor Johnson, in his study, politics is work.
…start blowing stuff up.” I realized Wednesday, after a small psychotic incident (when you wake up wondering if you’ve had a stroke, the rest of your day will not unfold well), that cutting myself off from creative works was turning into a very bad idea. After scaring the hell out of my boss with my borderline behavior, I excused myself at 1300 and went home to stare off my deck into my backyard.
After an hour of that, I got a notepad & pen and began. Nothing detailed, just trying to SEE. Made about a page and a half while my aggregates slowly coalesced into normalcy. In downtime on Friday, did some checking and realized the nuke plant NNW of Portland, from my childhood memory, was out: the progs have obliterated all trace of it. But, there is a bridge, about a mile north… about 3/4 page of notes.
Today, half of #fam was at swim meet, so more waiting to SEE. Finally got it: a wrap to the Cannibal Army from Act I, as well as exposition of local politics, more friend Mackenzie, and how Joe actually falls for Nichole. Literally: from an exploding bridge blanketed by nerve gas.
No story below the fold, but I did want to share my notes; they’re 1;4 and 2;3 in the pics, so don’t get confused. I’ve made a gallon of my super-concentrated tea for tomorrow and am going to bed early. Hoping for much friendship, politics, and mayhem, tomorrow!
It always make my dogs feel better. Me, too.
A long, dry spell of not-writing. Day Job has blown and several family issues. Getting back on track. This was a productive weekend, even if I’m another US$3000 in the hole.
“Defiant” – VERY likely under another name, my free webnovel, shall be published by Christmas. Read about how I’m completing it, below the fold.
With Pirate Twins, my 4000, er, 17,000 word writing exercise complete, I am now returning to my free webnovel, Defiant, to flesh it out into a proper novel.
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I had nothing. For about two days. As usual, at Mass this evening, reflecting on the Gospel reading from Mathew (so you know ‘gnashing of teeth’ will be involved…) about forgiveness. I don’t know why, but I was led to think about the last paragraph of Act II, when Mackenzie accidently finds out what Nichole is.
In an instant, I ‘saw’ their conversation and reconciliation. Later that morning, they stand along the west bank of the Willamette River, watching the slow departure of HMIJS Kongo. That’s 3k words, right there. I was going to roll that over into going to class later that day or the next morning, but instead realized, with a smile, they’d be stopping in a Zom’s for a parfait or something. Add a heaping of Nike and there’s 2k more words.
It’s only when I try do I eff everything up. Shut up, Clayton, and write down what they show you….
Thanks be to God, I’m able to write again. My wife made bag-in-the-skillet dinner, a minor victory for her, freeing up an hour for me. Don’t mistake: I enjoy making dinner for my family – for the same reason I enjoyed being a design engineer or enjoy writing: the creativity. But when HAVE to write… well, other writers understand. Last night I was a basket-case: alien to myself.
Anyway. Who’s up for a road trip to Lubeck?
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!