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”
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”
While I had little to no time off in 2018, I’m trying to change that for this year. In January, of course, we went to Ohayocon. Now that it’s April, my wife and I took a trip up to Chicago to see the Japanese performance trio Perfume. We’ve enjoyed their music for years and as they rarely tour North America – and only a few cities – we jumped at the chance. What follows is a little story of our trip.
Continue reading “‘Perfume’ Travelogue”
Took less editing than I thought: drunk or sober, I’m a genius. More likely, I’m just really lucky. I hope to find some inspiration to take my story in unexpected ways at tomorrow’s Matsuricon. Nichole will not be invited nor privy to Adam’s & Bakke’s discussion… perhaps she’ll chat with the men, to find out more about what’s coming: the movement of tens of thousands of men, women, and children. They might be loyal Political Police, but everyone gets nervous when their neighborhood changes so dramatically and quickly.
“Everyone’s a conservative on what they think they know best,” and don’t we all think we know our own homes?
If I don’t get divorced, arrested, or dead from alcohol poisoning at the animecon, I hope to post more on Sunday night! Cheerio!
Continue reading “Closing Night; moves”
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!
Continue reading “A Nasty Outbreak… of Plot!”