“It is not good that man be alone.” Thanks be to God, Europa’s back, even if just for this installment. Everybody gets older. Not one, single clue what happens next. Awesome!
Tag: love
Pirate Twins, 2
RealLife(TM) work followed me home, not much, but I was off the clock, which sucked. I’m trying to make this a 4-5,000 word story complete by the time my CH proof copy gets here (irrational deadlines!) so that’s 1k words each night. That’s about what’s below the fold. Makes sense: my stories are characters and their interactions; this whole entry is Logres on his own, so, honestly, it’s a little boring. I had to get him halfway across Europe; now that that’s done, I hope he and Europa can show me what comes tomorrow!
Church mice
Coming to around 1000 at my day-job, I had a moment of clarity: for the last seven months, all my waking moments had been filled with Chris, Cat, and Maya somewhere in my mind.
For the past 36 hours: all quiet.
The mental moment was this: I was in a darkened – but not dark – older church, alone. A place that was just recently host to a hundred, and soon will be again, but now preternatuary still.
At the end of T4L, I’d already seen the sequel. The close of EFL was a ‘LOL’ moment, as kids would type.
Alone, looking at three graves of those that have been, not a part of me, but me… well… it’s very quiet, now.
Don’t like it.
Lies, tanjed lies, and blog posts.
I’d really like to say that RealLife(TM) has been really busy. And, I’ve been working hard on finishing ‘Cursed Hearts.’ Plus, there’s this new story idea I’ve been playing with….
It’s all a lie: I’ve been a lazy drunk for a month. I come home from my day job, make dinner for the family, drink shitty wine and watch anime. My wife noticed immediately (my ‘jerk’ factor goes up rather quickly when I don’t write – my girls think it’s funny: ‘daddy’s on another alt-right rant again!’). So, in a moment of clarity (and a quiet house with no-one to bother me) I braved Writer’s Fear and sat down with Nichole and…
Wrote a way to get Maya onto Miramar Air Station…
Wrote Chris and Cat taking a tour of a C-130H… but, God help me…
I STILL HAVEN’T STARTED KILLING MY MAIN CHARACTERS!
i suck
One last fling…
I’d this in mind yesterday. Honestly, I don’t know if this will make it into the final novel or not: this takes place about eight hours after Anton and Maya make their pact. In case I kill everyone first, I wanted to share. It’s silly, but, then, so am I. I’d no idea that Cat was so pervy! After all, ‘Cursed Hearts’ is supposed to be horror/romance!
And… that’s a MRAP!
Sorry: bad pun about how Chris, Cat, and Anton make their final stage north into the ‘no-go’ zone between San Diego and the LA basin.
From having nothing just over a week ago, I’m pleased with the 14k raw material words for how Chris and Cat fell in love with one another. I was also able to get a couple of more plates up and spinning for Maya to cast down in the next act. There was even a little Easter Egg from an unexpected guest appearance!
Below the fold is a some verbal sparring with Chris and Anton; Cat makes a brief appearance in a towel. After posting this, I’m making coffee – yes, with some bourbon – and will get Maya on her way out of the Vancouver BC Airport. She’s been cooped up there for three days (I think), waiting for one of the rare flights south. Not sure if she killed anyone… maybe. Through her eyes we might see the burnt-out, dead city of Seattle as they fly over. A few hours after that, Maya will be standing outside the San Diego Airport, just miles from her brother.
I cannot wait to see this!
Xenophon’s brother
Just over another 10k words this weekend! As I said to a friend of mine, I feel like a wrung-out dish rag. But, once I’d the key – the sight – from late Friday, it was so easy! Part of my last post was just that: Chris and Cat closing the gap between them. What I wrote since then was the 3+1 times they made love (slightly different than having sex), although I only covered #1 and #+1 in detail. That, plus another one of Chris’ recall-dreams of his time at Neuroi Corporation, this time, talking with his kid sister, Maya, made for a fantastic weekend!
Anton is sleeping with Chris & Cat’s next door neighbor; that’s complicated! And he’ll be giving them a tour of the northern ‘no-go’ zones around Camp Pendleton. The civilians of San Diego think the Mexican Army killed about 100k coming south from the 19MM in the LA Basin. Truth is hard, sometimes.
After what he sees, it finally occurs to Chris to reach out to experts beyond him: even machines suffer from the “if I’m good at this, I’m good at everything!” mental illness. The moment he does, he’s going to realize just what he’s overlooked, and how close he and his beloved are to an horrible, violent death.
This is SO COOL!
PS It was pointed out to me by someone in RealLife that my ‘below the folds’ are all banal (my word, not theirs), not ‘the good stuff!’ Well, duh! I welcome everyone into the world I’m making, but this is work, and I want to be paid for it. ‘Defiant’ was, and is, for free. Intellectual property is worth at least, if not more, than physical property. Example: a water pump is worth money; learning how to make a water pump, one or two orders of magnitude more. To continue the analogy, my snippets, in and of themselves, are slightly entertaining. I hope, once complete and edited, y’all think that they plus the other 45k words are worth US$7.
Thank you so much for reading!
Networking
Had to ask my wife about this one: what would a woman do if the object of her desire, whom you thought was unobtainable, was suddenly right in front of you, and open to your affection. For her, for example, if she ran into Kamenashi Kazuya and he invited her for drinks and more….
Her eyes got all dreamy and she began to drool. Once that was under control, she related to me how Cat acts, below the fold. Interesting!
2-days…
… is how long I’ve been thinking about the transition from Maya back to C&C. She’s effectively a week to ten days behind their story, so I need to find a way to bridge that. With my pockets stuffed with scratch paper as I went about my day-job today, I focused on that bridge.
I’d nothing.
Until around 1645. I was looking at the 2/3 page of notes, and realized there was the bare bones of an Act of the story, there. There’ll be some of my characteristic flash-back-forwards, and that, coupled with a ripoff of a scene of “Negima!” involving vampires on campus, should have things ready to go.
And by that, I mean, go to suck: while I may be learning to write horror, my fight scenes are very brief: that may come from having seen real fights rather than what Hollywood sells to us. I desire that the confrontation between Chris and Maya look something like that between Araragi and Kiss-Shot, but that’s not me. I’m thinking more: assault/ hide/talk/… repeat until someone is dead.
Ah, well: I’ve made more than enough food over the last three days, creating left-overs for the next four. I’ve once again told my wimmin-folk: tomorrow, I’m writing; even if the house is burning down, don’t bother me.
Below the fold, Chris sleeps with Cat. Head fake.
“December”
Wow. Never killed a guy during a blowjob. The guy, not me. Well, I was doing the killing… it was Maya…. Never mind; just never mind. Obviously I shan’t be having my teenage daughters proofing that part.
Maya’s at Vancouver International Airport, waiting for one of the rare flights to San Diego. Time to flick back to Chris and Cat (and Anton, too, I guess). Need a double-helping of Relationship Development before a certain someone’s plane touches down. As I learned from “Defiant,” every time I start writing romance, a battle breaks out; so, I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I know it will.
Below the fold is Maya taking leave of the acquaintances she made on the freighter, Jodhpur, as it crossed the Pacific. Machine Civilization: it’s one, big, dysfunctional family!
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