NANO 2018

Is a total bust. Not to make excuses but I had everything fly in front of it this month. I am going to have either December of January be the make up month. To that I pledge!

To list the litany of ailments and life altering events this month. I threw my back out hard enough I spent four days absolutely bed ridden except for painful trips to the bathroom. The day it sprang up on me I was laying on the floor with my dog for two hours before I realized it was frozen; it took me over a half an hour to get up – I thought I was going to have to piss the carpet. Finally on day five I went to an urgent care where they set me up with an injection, a Tylenol and Motrin regimen (hey, it is actually effective) and a week of muscle relaxers (which are even more effective).

Then somewhere in the middle of this my anal fissure sprang back up (see, you can’t make this shit up!). No, you do not get this by getting your butt banged (well, maybe you can, don’t wanna know). For me, I am a very tense (not in the form of stress really) tightly wound individual who usually dehydrates himself by some means or another. One stony stool and it can be a nightmare to sit. I am treating it now with stool softeners and fiber and plenty of water.

Was that TMI? I think it may have been.

I have been doing six day work weeks and just last week finished signing onto a company I have been temping at for the last four and a half months. That, and we are looking for a house and have a mortgage appointment on Monday.

Lotsa stuff. So it may be January.

Got an iPhone in the midst of all that. Never get a Moto phone – they suck. Got the iPhone8 – I am just not rich enough for the X. I find it a shame that I spend such a ridiculous amount on such a thing. I am, however, putting some of it to good use. Compassion International has a mobile app, so I can always keep up with my sponsored child and so on…

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NANO Day Three

This one is not going as smoothly as last year’s. At day three I stand at 209 words! Last year on day three I had 5,498 words! Of course I worked 48 and a half hours this week compared to last year’s whopping 23 hours. That makes a difference. Also, I blew my back out.

The real difference isn’t so much those as I am finding I actually have less prepped this year than I thought. Last year I had a character with a name and a story with a name, a title that actually told a lot of what the action would be. Namely that a man named Horace Gumble was going to die five times.

This year, since I was doing a sort of homage to Star Wars, I thought my job was easy. I thought wrong. While I love my original trilogy, writing such a tale, it turns out, is not really my cup of tea. I don’t think that way. Star Wars is quite a logical, tight construction. I see upside down and sideways.

I do have a name for the story. Race to Eternity which is something I first put notes down for in 2009. I thought – what the hell? let’s go for it!

Ah, and in writing this I found what that note about the ship that is the true vehicle and Rincon 6 have in relation to each other.

NaNo is Almost Here!

And I will be participating again. I am trying to have something concrete fleshed out instead of making all of it up on the fly like I did last year. That was tough. I still can’t believe I managed a semblance of a theme and resolution that way.

This year instead of a weird tale I am going to do light-ish space opera. I would have pursued this last year had I seen the disaster that was The Last Jedi, but it had not been released yet. John C. Wright and some other science fiction authors are writing alternate (or fan fic) Star Wars stories. They are stories inspired by Star Wars but not taking place in that universe (as far as I understand them).

I welcome this. It was Star Wars that originally sparked my imagination and an interest in science fiction. Such things usually wither and die or are never born in the small town in middle Michigan I was born in. Although I did have a strong interest in horror from a young age, so I would not have been completely lost without Star Wars.

Disney, the sacred lust whore of Satan himself (or herself, it is 2018 and after all) has effectively killed Star Wars so that only the originals are left to us and we turn away and forget the puke fest that is the modern take of what was originally a 30’s and 40’s style serial. At the least I can now accept those that include the prequels into the canon inept as they may be.

I haven’t read a lot of current science fiction but I think I am pretty safe to assume that those college bred, writer’s workshop grads are churning out piles of PC tepid garbage not worth reading.

So, where to go for tales of adventure? Well, I shall write one myself. I’m having a tough time of it so far and not much time left before November 1st. The title to the last one and the start of it were spontaneous and a little awesome. I have some notes but nothing is striking me with that SHAZAM! yet. Also, unlike last year, I work 5 to 6 days a week instead of two or three. That puts a little pressure on the 50,000 word goal. Oh, and looking for a house to buy. And lunches to make,,, and, and, and…..

Writing

I am pretty much done (for now) with the whole moving drama. Next year comes the house. I expect that to be just as much fun as these last four months have been. Yay!

But I sit here right now with my Word open and the clown story up and am rewriting/editing it. Mainly editing, it was pretty much set to go as far as structure. I am just making the words flow better, and making it more coherent. Some of the story simply didn’t make sense because I wrote it flash-style.

I also dug up my Nano project, The Five Deaths of Horace Gumble, and am giving that a look. That was also a piece of flash writing since I didn’t know I was doing Nano until Halloween night. I am not sure if I can use that piece (50,000 words) as a whole. Flash writing a short story is one thing, carrying it on that long? It was tough.

Since I last posted the original clown story (sorry, I still haven’t given it a name) in 2015 (I think) I’ll repost the original here if anyone cares to enjoy it. Also I’ll leave a chunk of Horace Gumble below it was well (a chunk of Horace Gumble… heh, that’s funny given how many times he get carved up in the story).

CLOWN STORY:

Sad Face stood in the middle of the small room surrounded by his peers. The pasty white of his face was smeared with red and his frown was twice turned down. Sad Face stroked a large orange tabby cat sitting upon his protruding diaphragm. His inquisitors made a circle around him at tables too low and chairs too small. It was a classroom, a colorful children’s classroom of rainbows, alphabets, and of bears, bees, flowers and trees; all cut out of construction paper and adorning the four walls.

Grimrole the Peeker, Curly the Cue, Continue reading “Writing”

NaNo Day 28

Did 2093 today. I am at 48,782 (although the website says 48,998 – I don’t know what sort of calculator they are using…). I will probably finish tomorrow quite early and then post it for my non-prize.

Today consisted of looking for gaps in information and trying to perform not too unsightly info-dumps. I should rename this A Load of Disconnected, Contradicting Scenes.

I am always disappointed (just a little) whenever chapters are just called Chapter Six and there are no titles but the book’s title. I like chapters and even sections labeled. And when I wrote this, every section had to have a title. Some of them (if I ever give it the rewrite) will change. But I thought it would be cool to share them since they don’t belong to anything in your mind as pertains this story, reader, maybe they would be at least entertaining.

The Spaniard

On the Run

End of the Line

Riders Outside the Storm

The Asylum of the Betrothed

The Courtyard

The Cabin in the Woods of Fable

The Story of Elischk

Strait of Ambiguity

Gangia

Out of Time

Death Revisited

A Violation of the Third Order

Man Without a Path

Marking His Territory

Confession

The Waiting is the Hardest Part

Didn’t Think It Would Be That Long

Warning From Above

The Three Moments of His Life that Mattered

This Time by Stealth

Tabitha

The Deepest Depravity

Ovidious Station 709-W

NaNo Day 27

I did 3388 words today. Total now is 46,689.

I will have to fall deathly ill not to reach 50,000 now.

Problem is I already finished the story!

Perhaps I could change the title to The Six Deaths of Horace Gumble and add an additional death. Or The Many Deaths of Horace Gumble.

Whatever. I will spend the next couple of days putting some stuffing into this turkey.

And a turkey it is! I had to totally fake the resolution of the story by firing all kinds of gins that were not revealed in the first act. Well, not that bad. But it is like someone writing a mystery story who forgot to leave the clues by which the detective solves the crime and so uses whatever incidentals were already there as if they gave an indication of the culprit.

It was a sort of mystery (although I had no idea it was until nearly the end). It was up to Horace, when he started to gain memory of his past lives, to put together the pieces that would resolve his endless loop of deaths at the hands of the demon.

The whole process of writing something this long was so overwhelming and mentally over my comfort level I think my hind brain was feeding me ideas my fore brain couldn’t recognize. The longest story I wrote before this was maybe ten pages in length.

Actually one of the means of story resolution here had some legitimacy, there was some foundation for it established in a part o the book. The other means of resolution I pulled straight out of my butt (pardon the expression but it fits) it is completely unfounded in the rules as I set them up in the book.

I say – so what? I can change that. At least I see it. I can’t count how many stories I’ve read, or movies and shows I’ve watched where this is blatantly perpetrated by so-called professional writers. And, apparently, no one from writer(s) producers, editors, actors, and even legions of fans seem to notice or care.

I give myself a pass. Hell. I literally didn’t know what was going to happen next until it was coming out of my fingers. I counted it as a good day if I knew the next few actions let alone the next paragraph.

NaNo days 25 & 26

While I have had fun, I realize this is certainly no way to regularly write. This story is probably completely senseless. And the words! Where the hell does the vocabulary go when writing? I can’t bring forth a word beyond the reading comprehension of a sixth grader when I’m writing. [A sixth grader from the 80’s, I have no idea what it is now].

Show don’t tell is out the door as a rule when you have no structure planned out at all.

Oi, I will be glad to get to the end as much as anyone who reads this blog will be glad of these posts demise (if there is anyone reading this blog).

Not to say that I am not having fun. But after twenty-six days of writing with absolutely no idea where the next word is coming from nor what the next scene, character or event is until it flies off the keyboard, I am a little tired.

Because of this the writing is bland. Two of my favorite writers are G.K. Chesterton and R.A. Lafferty, I don’t want bland to be an ascription of my writing. And this piece, as written, lacks the verve, the daring and the color that I so like in their work. It was in my work on the clowns, Sad Face. But it is largely missing here. There are some moments of flair, but I find it very hard to maintain at such a pace – such a blind, groping fast pace.

Anyway. Saturday’s numbers were 683 (boo, but I had to be at work early for the stupid Apple Cup) and Sunday 2550 (yay!). For a total of 43,517. A little more than six thousand words to go. And then I will file this novel in a drawer for a time and do a lot of shorter work before I revisit it.

NaNo Day 23 and Happy Belated Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving! Sorry I post at the end of my day. It is actually Friday the day after Thanksgiving.

Happy buy a bunch of discounted stuff while you fight and curse your fellow man day!

Word count today 2290 for a total of 38,609

Speaking of black friday, I saw a funny meme that said the following:

Did I say funny? Sad perhaps is better.

In the spirit of the holiday season, you may ask. Mr. Wizard are you going to rip on and make fun of Leonard Peikoff’s CHRISTMAS SHOULD BE MORE COMMERCIAL again this year. Answer dear reader: I sure hope to have the time because I never tire of ripping that absurd essay!

I may also, if time permits, rip on another Objectivist theme, thanksgiving as the original American secular holiday – despite the obvious fact that it never was. They have several of these, but I think I may pick on THANKSGIVING: THE PRODUCER’S HOLIDAY

Sometimes I read these things and I can’t believe I once nodded my head in agreement to these arguments!