Forgot my blood pressure meds last night. As it was cooler this AM, I made coffee around noon. Not being a total idiot, it was 50/50 decaf. Halfway through my second cup, I wondered why I felt so tanjed awful. I moved to the other side of the formal dining table (where I write) and picked up the BP machine.
164/90. I then recalled my missed med. Which I took immediately. By dinner, and after several glasses of wine, I checked again. 150/90.
Dammit! I took a third half-pill and reached for the whiskey. At least I was able to wrap up Part 2 today! Be a shame to die before I complete part 3 and the book! For those that are new or do not recall, the very last section, called “present day,” hearkens back to this.
There will be a break of a few days as I have to see the unfolding of the joint campaign of the Nation and the City’s Regular Army & Militia A against the cannibals. Only once they are defeated can I allow things to go to hell. Halloween comes fast; must make haste slowly.
Continue reading “Back to the Present”
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!
Continue reading “Rebellion”
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.
Continue reading “Reaching Power”
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.
Continue reading ““Get Chance & Luck!””
“… 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!
Continue reading “Drencum”
Since it seems everyone was so disappointed when the plot showed up, let’s try something else: cute girls in once-pieces and hot guys in Speedos. As my eye doc said to me yesterday afternoon: “Better? Worse?”
Continue reading “Getting wet together”
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!”