Rebellion

An explanation of the surprise Nichole walked into in the last post.  I’d tried to fit Joe into this as well, getting everyone together before things go to hell, but it didn’t work:  I had to keep the 3.5-way conversation as tight as possible, so his part came right back out.

We’re north of 43k words!  I knew Nichole would have a meeting with Mayor Johnson before she was seconded to the Nation.  Seeing here that his daughter – and possible successor, Teresa is present, I think the Army general, Tessmer, will be there, as well.  Four-way dynamics are easiest to write, and in my advanced years, I am all about easy!

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Modeling Clay

No, that’s not a pun on my given name.  Just where we’re headed.  A solid, two days work below the fold.  My boss has been gone for two days – a working vacation, as I call it – so I do not arrive home exhausted and shocky.  Here’s some theology, politics, and conversation.  With a few surprise reveals.  I think after a couple of thousand word this weekend, I’ll be finished with Part 2 and ready to wrap everything up in 3.

On Sunday, September 16th, the missus & I will be seeing Gary Numan in Columbus, Ohio.  I hear he plays “Down in the Park” in this tour.  How very appropriate.

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The World Imitates my Stories, really

From the news, today.

From Chapter 13, page 207 of Cursed Hearts:

They walked quickly, generally to the southeast. Emma had told her new acquaintance that the Geisel Library was at the center of campus, so it was easy to find local food vendors set up around it all through the day. As Miss Barrett’s stomach continued to growl – embarrassing her for some reason – the sooner they got there, the better.

“…came here after getting my BS at Portland State.” Emma sighed. “The Breakup began just afterward. Most people left, but there was nowhere for me to go… so, like some friends of mine, we stuck it out here.”

“I do not understand how the world’s superpower could have been so stupid as to walk into that trap.”

“T… trap?” Taller, Emma worked to keep pace with the young woman. “But I thought just a coin-”

“Idiot.” Emma was learning quickly that her new acquaintance lacked manners. “Your President removed via extra-Constitutional means just as Russia, China, India roll out a new currency?” She stopped and turned so quickly, Emma almost ran into her.

“Look at you.” The scowl was there, but Emma hoped it was a spark of mirth she saw in those odd eyes. “You’re a walking cliché: blue jeans and blue eyes; blonde hair and an unnecessarily large chest! All the while knowing nothing about how this world really works! Bismarck was right!”

“Bi… Bismarck?” Maya shook her head and turned back around, looking at the Library.

“They should crucify this architect, too.”

Dead Time

An editor would probably tell me to lose this entire post below the fold.  Yet another reason I self-publish.

What will have to be radically reassigned it the last bit of my last post, the part that is first-person Gil.  There’s no way Nichole can ‘remember’ something from someone else; she’d run off at that point.  Still, I was drunk and saw it, so I wrote it down.  I’ll slip it in somewhere.

Which is something else I’m trying very hard to do:  keeping this first-person Nichole.  While my books have (few) good reviews on Amazon, there is particular criticism of how much I flick from character to character.  I realize it is – hopefully becoming was – a bad habit of mine:  as you all know, I ‘see’ these scene and write them down.  Many are from the perspective of other characters.  As in a film or animation, it would all be simple and obvious.  As a book?  My fault entirely.  So, I’m really trying to rein that tendency in and getting into the heads of other characters as few and far between as I can.

It is tough.  Especially once I’m into Part Three, when not just Nichole, but a host of other pivotal players in that Act.  Rhun, Tessmer, Bakke, the Mayor, Teresa, Nike… how can I get this bloodbath done by Halloween?

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Reaching Power

The few times I was out of cosplay as Elias Ainsworth, I tried to take pictures of the other fantastic outfits at Matsuricon.  Those moments, honestly, were few and far between.  About every thirty minutes I had to take the mask off – too hot! – but it got to the point others would see my clothes and the head and say, “Oh my gosh!  Can I take your picture?!” and back on the head went.

If you’re curious and on Instagram, try my account, @machciv, along with #Matsuricon.

In other news, I realized as I was waking up this morning, that, so far from a power source, Nichole would need to carry some with her.  The rest of this scene wrote itself.

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“Get Chance & Luck!”

A little over 5000 words this weekend.  I feel less useless.  There’s a bit more to the story than what’s below, but the whiskey was starting to win over the caffeine, so it will keep.  Things have to come to a quick head here in part two so that I can ‘flash-forward’ to where it opened with the entire folk of the horsemen on the move into the Centralia Valley.  That leaves me part three:  I gloss their victory over the cannibals, followed quickly by escalating demands from the horsemen and the City.  Then:  Adrianople.

That’s later.  For now, Nichole misses her friends and writes them letters.

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Drencum

“… which is what we was drinking, as we sat about the Korova Milk Bar, trying to make up our raszudoks as to what to do this evening…” ~ A Clockwork Orange.

I’ve been taking caffeine tabs with my boxed wine.  And my beta-blockers.  I’m going to die soon, aren’t I?

Prep-work done with one line into the badlands.  This story is about to go places I can only imagine!  Unlimited Witch Works!

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Life imitates my art, part whatever

Gender studies programs to be banned in Hungary” 

 

From chapter 13, physical page 140, of The Fourth Law:

Lily sat on a couch.  On the metallic disk.  Their place.

“I feel awful,” she said to no one in particular.

“Understandable,” Thaad said as he sat onto that uncomfortable backless chair of his.  “Dying can be like that, I hear.”

Lily was shocked.  “What do mean dying? I…”

Thaad inclined his head just a little.  “What do you recall just prior to your arrival in our home?”

She thought about that for a moment.  Things were usually a little mixed up whenever she ‘dropped in.’  But… it was… nighttime?  Dinner was over… and…

“Some woman shot me!” Lily yelled as she jumped up.  “I’ve got to…!  Got to…”

“Please sit back down.  Here,” he indicated the two coffee mugs on the low table, “try my coffee.  I changed the blend.”

Her panic receded as quickly as it had overtaken her.  She sat.

“But… Ai… and that woman…!”

Thaad took his mug and took a sip.  “Mmm.  Needs work.  We have many strengths and many weaknesses that you humans do not.  In dealing with you people, perhaps our greatest strength is how quickly we think.  We are not biologics, and as such, think just below light speed.  Your chemical-based brains average around the speed of sound.”

Another sip.  Lily wanted him to get to his point, so she said nothing.

“Thus, in a crisis such as this, in the time it took for your heart to beat once, Ai is now a fully-trained medic and nurse.  As you sit here – try the coffee, do – she is trying to save your life.”

She tried the coffee.  “Okay, but too weak for me.  Why am I here?”

“Weak, is it?  Hmmm.”

She didn’t know if he was too wrapped up in his coffee to have heard her question.

“My apologies; it took a moment to find out your answer, and I shan’t bother Ai again.  It seems she’s rather busy.  You were slipping into shock.  It was better, for the moment, for you to be here.  If you’re needed back at your home, you’ll go.”

“Okay.  And what about that woman?”

Those careful eyes took on a peculiar cast.  Lily could not suppress a shiver.

“Ai physically incapacitated her.  I look forward to her making me older about that and the First Law.  For now, we brought that woman here.  Fausta is seeing to it.”

Brought her here.  Lily’s working mental model was that somehow her consciousness, mind, whatever, could be moved to wherever they claimed their ‘home’ to be.  It only made sense that if they could do it to her, they could do it to anyone.

Fausta.  Who had, how had Thaad put it?  An ‘enthusiastic’ interest in her, and a predilection for violence.  Was that First Law just more of a suggestion?

“Uhhh… how’s that turning out?  Do you know why she shot me?”

He looked sharply at her.  “I know the implication in your question, and, no, we are not torturing her.  This woman was some kind of teacher and minor functionary at a college.  When your father’s organization closed all non-technical divisions at all state-funded schools, she lost her job.  Since that event, it seems she’s been working as a maid or waitress. Poorly.”  Another slight incline of his head.  “It seems that she’s good at nothing.”

“But,” Lily asked, confused, “why in the world did she shoot me?”

“Quite simple:  she blamed your father for her loss of status.  She could not lash out at him, so it was you, by proxy.”  He shifted in his chair slightly.  “I’ve encountered much of that with you people.”

Lily considered for a moment.  “Maybe she’s just crazy?”

He set his mug down.  “No.  By all objective measures, she is not insane.  However, Fausta assures me that this woman is evil.”  His eyes again took that peculiar cast.  “We’ve never had that here before.”

He blinked, and it was gone.  “Would you care for a snack while we wait?”

“S-sure.  That’d be fine, I guess.”

A Nasty Outbreak… of Plot!

I’ve left plenty of lampshades hanging, time to turn on the lights.  Should be no surprises for anyone following along; I don’t like surprising readers… I’d much rather have them get to the end of chapter (or entire book), put it down, and mutter, “never thought of it that way!”

Also:  when Teresa stood and said, “mess me up!” I broke out laughing.  I’ve no idea where that came from!  Hilarious!

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Doing Your Best

Some caffeine and alcohol in the afternoon helped me to lay down the rest of their dinner.  I’ve over 1k words beyond that, but it’s another day and back to political stuff with Teresa.  I hope to wrap it up tomorrow and then wait and see what comes next. I think there will be one more installment with Mac, followed by the POP back to ‘present’ of Nichole with the Nation on the move…

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