Things coming together nicely. DayJob is better for the next week as my boss is on vacation. With that mental pressure off I thought about writing through the weekend, but recalled I must get my submission for a new cover up on 99designs; that’s a week overdue.
I realize I’m lecturing a little bit but at this point in his life, Barrett has no one else to talk to. His daughter, Lily, mentions that in passing in ‘The Fourth Law’: “Had her father lost all of his friends?”
A pyramid of human skulls is little comfort in your old age.
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship (pt.4)”
If there’s a two, there’s going to be a three.
I’m in complete control; I can quit anytime I want…!
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Togame Tower 2”
*As in: I think this is the end of this little story. There are some odd notions drifting around the back of my mind and I kinda want to see if I can write them down. I know, I know… another tanjed cliffhanger. I’m a terrible person. If you really want to know what happened to Pavel, I know a place to find out.
But first, let’s have an argument at the office.
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – “W’Ai’de Awake 4” (end)*”
To cite Arkada of Glass Reflections: ladies, gentlemen, and others, I present to you the final installment of Act 2.5 of “Defiant.” Yes, you read that right: the writing component is complete. Editing and ret-conning the four parts of this 18-month, 85.5k writing exercise into a proper novel will begin.
And therein lies your chance, you followers of this blog and those that have wandered in via my sole social media presence on Gab.ai: if you so desire, you can d/l and read the entire story between now and Saturday, for free. It’s very, very rough, but you’ll get what you pay for. Come Saturday, whenever I wake up, I’ll be pulling the entire ‘free webnovel’ down as I begin to turn it into a commercial novel. As always, I’ll do the first-pass editing myself. Second and copyediting – and a cover – are as yet an unknown; after the layabout wife and the Dog With the Golden Nose, it’s all ramen and Taco Bell salsa packets here. My sole, possible, hard-deadline, is January 26th, when I might have another Creative Writing panel at Ohayocon. If I do, I’d like to say, “since my last panel, I’ve published two books… what did you do?” Keeps the snarkers from snarking.
Anyway, there’s just over thirty five hundred fricking words below the fold! Open a bottle of wine or make a pot of coffee, the one right next to that bottle of bourbon, sit back, and, please, see what I’ve seen… and have fun!
Continue reading “Tears, sweat, blood”
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.
Continue reading “Peace is Our Profession”
Said Prince John to his brothers and Queen Eleanor, around 1185 in Chinon Castle.
I feel the same way. From my last post, I knew I’d seen enough to move things forward; not all in one day: my notes point toward about 11k words of story. But, time to get going!
So why do I have Teresa kissing Nichole outside the Miller Library? WTF does this have to do with the Cannibal Army storming the Lewis & Clark Bridge? Where’s the killing? Where’s the nerve gas? SRSLY?
If nothing else, I’ve SEEN when the breathless messenger comes rushing into the room where N and the Mayor are having their very guarded conversation, announcing the loss of the bridge to the Enemy. That’ll get things rolling! N has some funny, but pointed, things to say about how/why Japan lost the Pacific War, starting with Guadalcanal, and how that impacts His Honor’s response.
Bleeding Jesus, but I need an Editor!
Continue reading ““Oh my God! We’re Supposed to Start a War!””
Back to normal, really. After nearly a 4-week hiatus getting “Cursed Hearts” released into the wild and dealing with some RealLife issues, things will be getting back on track here.
Yesterday was Matsuricon in Columbus, Ohio, the second biggest animecon in this area. Unlike making it a long family weekend as we do for Ohayocon, we just drop by on Saturday. Got there around 1030; was surprisingly empty, so Registration was a breeze. Suddenly filled up around 1200. Was everyone hungover and sleeping in?
Caught a panel about buying odd stuff from Japan, the creator of the Monogatari series, and a short performance by Kazha (they were okay). Also hit the Dealers Room and got some Angel Beats artbooks and a Saber Lily figurine for my wife.
Later, was chilling at the bar in the Hiatt. After determining that the kid next to me was 1, a girl and not a trap, and 2, legal, I started a chatting her up. A 20-something year old pastry chef, she was also part Hungarian, which I IMMEDIATELY brought up when my wife appeared, before she yelled “Lolicon!” and clouted me. We secured a table just as Friend Will made his appearance. Sometime during the next five Martinis I know my daughters dropped by, but reality was rather ephemeral at this point.
Even so, and even being a Race Realist, there was a moment when I looked about the table and thought, counterclockwise: me (pasty old white guy), 1/8 Jewess (half my age), Black guy (half my age), two Chinese girls, and my Central Asian wife, all there to celebrate and have a good time over Japanese comics and animation. What an amazing and too-short moment of Western Civilization!