April 2012
7 posts
I forgot
that I was supposed to make Alichino’s robes motley, red in one half and black for the other. (White triangles in the red half, red triangles in the black half.)
I get really into the physical designs of my characters, probably because I have spent so much time being influenced and inspired by visual arts. The story of how Alichino wound up dressing himself like a deadly neo-jester is...
I checked to see how long #7 was. I knew it was longer than earlier chapters.
It has 1337 words.
IT’S A SIGN
Edit: Well, it doesn’t now that I’ve added a couple lines. :/
I RUINED IT
#7
Max Drescher kicks open the tall, oaken double doors to the personal hellhole of the city’s third-most powerful criminal lord and master. Max fires his two-fisted automatics into the first chandelier he sees. Just making his point.
Chain links creak and split. Flaming with hundreds of white candles, the chandelier loosens from the forty-foot ceiling and splashes to the scarlet stone floor...
A message for all two of my followers
This sucks. The book is getting top heavy with my desire to write a voluptuous masterpiece blah blah. That’s why there are only 6 chapters so far.
So I may just have to grit my teeth and start writing crap. Just to get the ideas out there. All first drafts are crap. I may have to embrace that.
So if it looks like I am being all avant-garde and stuff, I’m probably just taking lots of...
Accidentally hit "publish" for a post's unfinished...
After that, Tumblr would only let me make it private. Why can’t I make it a draft again?
It doesn’t matter much; whenever I finish the post I’ll just copy-paste it into another entry.
March 2012
5 posts
#6
Three children huddled together under a circle of a dining table. A waggling flashlight cast their shadows against the cream-colored pleats of a linen tablecloth, warping their shadows.
“Castle! Castle now!” squealed one of the shadows, an angry girl’s voice.
A boy’s brown silhouette waxed and waned as he pointed with the flashlight. “I’ll castle when I want...
#5
Goddammit, I hate running, goddammit, I want a car. Ms. Mba keeps clipping my heels with the toes of her chucks; Mr. Valentine is trailing as if afraid we’ll hate him for being bigger and faster than we are. I charge through sundown’s clusters of sidewalk traffic. People are either gaping at the full moon or trying not to so they put up with my crap. Weak light, cheap storefronts,...
Notes (March 2, 2012)
I want Darktimes News to be more violent. All this darkness is all well and good, but it threatens to become dull.
Then again, I don’t want to imitate the many many many dystopias that have gone before me in fiction. Was reading about the world of Judge Dredd earlier. I freakin’ love that stuff. And of course Avery Cates, and Robocop, Total Recall, etc. Always with the over-populated...
February 2012
6 posts
The Uncanny Valley
When the robot died, a ghost of electricity and lost data condensed in the daycare room. The robot’s ghost watches as his fathers gather up the plastic toys and happy posters. One father tucks the robot’s cooling fuselage and chassis under his arm and carries the body out the door. The tallest father sweeps the floor, whisking away the dirt the robot tracked in yesterday from the...
I’m likely to rewrite #4 later. Heck, I have to rewrite all the chapters thus far; I’m basically posting my first draft here. Eh, I am *writing* it, and that is what matters. I am tired and I didn’t take care of myself at all today. Don’t feel so good. Stupid weak flesh (or should I blame my spirit for being so willing? if my spirit didn’t get lofty ideas then my...
#4
Hello, morning people. I stayed up all night for this. I have protected myself against sunlight, purposeful pedestrians, the self-important sense of the normal, and boredom. See these sunglasses and earbuds streaming good music into my ears? Protection. Can’t hear a thing the suit-garbed whoevers are saying. They’d hate to know that. They look great on that stage. American flags flood...
I am sick of posts that try to convince suicidal people that there are so many who would care if they committed suicide, and that they can talk to people who will help them.
It’s like the assumption is always that suicidal people are stupid.
Maybe there won’t be that many people who will care. Maybe no one will. Don’t assume everyone has tons of loving family and friends.
...
January 2012
6 posts
Observation:
When someone is an alcoholic or addict, they may have this person who enables them and makes the world about the addicted one.
If the addicted one recovers, there is something that somehow doesn’t change. Whoever was the enabler to begin with will continue to enable. A bad temper, a tendency to lie, a swollen ego, attitude problems… all these things will be enabled. You will be...
December 2011
4 posts
#3
Mr. Valentine isn’t answering his cell. Well, now I have to look for him. He’s turned off social tracking as if that has anything to do with the identity tracking still in his phone. A few thousand people in suits could find him with enough accuracy to pepper spray him in the left eye from a moving car but I just have to hope he hasn’t changed his schedule. My car broke eons ago so I walk...
#2
A tangle of people shared a bag of candy, huddled under the rain, just out of the reach of a streetlamp’s white rays. This reporter saw Regal Dahl stand under the light and stare at the group until the people noticed him, got edgy, and left. Regal Dahl let them leave. As of the 2 AM hour last night, Regal Dahl has still not killed anyone. Keep buying Darktimes News for regular...
#1
Whenever stuff happens, news is created. It’s a law of God. Stuff happens in the morning, creating bleary-eyed news with little focus- lots of governing figures making statements that won’t make sense after everyone has gotten some coffee in them. I won’t turn on the radio in the morning, keep that news away from me. After lunchtime people have gotten their footing and they...
