Putting aside our visual novel, OTChi Kocchi, it was NaNoWriMo that taught me to be a novelist. I am utterly wedded to the idea of irrational deadlines; were I not, nothing would ever get finished. This entry of Nichole5’s second book would put me just over the 50k limit demanded by NNRM, were I playing along.
That’s all well and good, but I need the Nation across the Cascades, beating the cannibals, betrayed by the Special Police, and burning Portland. In two weeks. Dang. The best I can hope for is either a mild heart attack that sidelines me from my DayJob, or a meteor hits the place, with the same affect.
Continue reading “Threshold”
Made a start on Part 3; the final part. After what’s below the fold I came to a halt as I realized Nichole’s time in the City before she departs on her mission to the Nation with need some meticulous planning on my part. She won’t be back for at least two months so I have to have all of my other characters otherwise engaged. Both in their day-to-day lives as well as for what happens in the end.
I’ll likely be dark for a couple of days. Unless I die (and I’ve told my wife to make a suitable post here if I do) I’ll be back with more content in a bit. Cheerio!
Continue reading “The Deep breath…”
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”
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?
Continue reading “Dead Time”
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”
Last night, right before I passed out, I heard and saw Nichole’s indignation: I don’t have a smell! Everything else flowed from that. Tomorrow, hopefully (and by ‘hopefully’ I mean ‘with caffeine tabs’) we’ve the rest of their 3-way conversation.
The priest-shaman guy worries me. Religious wars are ugly.
Continue reading “Opening Night; moves”
A bit more from the scene in my last post. I’m not sure why this contingent of the horsemen are there, either. With dinner over – my wife made stir-fried pork with fried rice – I’m going to pour and glass and try to listen in along with Nichole…
Continue reading “Blood and soil”