Various problems

As usual, I have no idea how that last story turned out.  You need to fill me in.  From my perspective it was enjoyable to write, but that doesn’t mean much.  There was a lot of puzzling things out which came about because at the end of Part 7 all of my characters became equally clueless.  So a lot of Part 8 was watching them try to get a grip on what was happening.  Which was handy.  Because I needed to get a grip on what was happening.  I also enjoy watching people think.  And if that isn’t your thing then there’s always Kyo.

Sometimes I chuckle at how I, over the Matthew and Epp stories, have moved from an interesting philosophical standpoint sort of story into more of a zombie knife fight sort of story.  Good fun.

I now also can see how all of this might begin to start ending, which is a good feeling.  At times it feels like things are just going to keep escalating and never wind down.  I seem to like throwing curve balls at myself.

On the other end of things, my blogging program has decided that it will occasionally erase all of my pages (the things along the bottom of the green bar up top) and turn them into posts from last October instead.   So there’s that.

More Matthew and Epp on the way.

Tell a friend.

I’m enjoying this one

Okay. For starters, it’s absolutely pouring outside. And five minutes ago it was sunny and clear. Very interesting.

I’m having fun with this story. First of all, a complete draft is finished, which is always a nice feeling. Secondly, the ending of the Matthew and Epp story is, sort of, kind of, coming into focus. Maybe. And that’s helpful. It’s pretty stressful hurtling head on through a story with no clear idea of how it’s going to end.

Mostly though, the enjoyment of this story is coming from the fact that once this is done I get to just keep thinking about Matthew and Epp. I don’t have to switch gears and make up two entirely different stories, then come back to them. I’m not real sure how I wound up in that pattern to begin with, and it seemed to work out so I shouldn’t bad mouth it too much, but those clunky gear shifts are rough.

What I’m noticing too is that I’m not very hung up anymore on making these sections into self contained stories. The previous sections were designed to stand alone pretty well. I’m not kidding myself, mind you. I know that you couldn’t exactly read Part 7 and nothing else and get a whole lot out of it. But still, there’s less of a short-storyish feel going on now and more of a chapterish feel. These final chunks will still be self contained, I’m not going to leave off mid-sentence or anything, but I feel much freer (is that a word?) to introduce some things here and there that I know won’t be resolved, or even explained, until the next section.

So that’s nice.

Really, though, I’m just excited to have my weekends back a month from now.

The joys of Matthew and Epp

Writing these stories always provides a baffling array of problems. For instance, this time around I have a web page open with a world clock on it and another web page open that can calculate distances between major cities. I’m constantly clicking between the two trying to keep tabs on my characters. These stories present the odd problem of characters who don’t exactly sleep and who can change times zones instantly. So if I throw a sunset into a scene as a backdrop, I suddenly find myself scrambling four scenes later to try and make sure the time six countries away matches up with that sunset.

Considering how this type of logistical stuff doesn’t compute in my head, and considering the number of times I’ll, without realizing it, peg a scene to a certain time just for mood enhancement, this starts to get very tricky.

And that’s just for starters.

Oh, to hell with it

I’m nowhere and I’m completely locked up so I’m bolting.  No more thinking about Matthew and Epp for awhile.  I’m going to go out, see some friends, drink beer, have some laughs and hope that things will work out over the weekend…which they will.

This seems a wiser choice than sitting here and typing about how I have nothing to type about.

Have a good Memorial Day Weekend, all.

Tick, tick, tick, tick

Okay.  I’m honestly getting pretty nervous.  I have to end this freakhog thing, in three stories no less.  Or maybe less.  It’s more likely that it won’t be less.  Huh?

Seriously, though, I’m a little frozen up.  I’ve got a lot of things up in the air and now every step I take with any character or situation has to begin to push those things towards their ending…which I don’t know.  I’m pretty sure I should just dive in and write an opening scene, but I’m not doing that.  I’m too nervous.

Also I don’t know my opening scene yet.  There are like five that I’m thinking of using.

So I’m sort of in limbo here with no real notion of whether I should proceed or keep toying or what.  Toying is so much more fun.  It just doesn’t finish books is all.

So nervous.

“Liquid Calling” gets picked up

A publication called “People’s Art and Literature to Go” has asked for permission to publish “Liquid Calling.” They’re a new magazine in the San Fransisco area that’s going to have its first publication out in August. This is interesting. Obviously it’s great that they want one of my stories and all that, but this is the first time one of these stories has jumped from the web to traditional publishing.

It’ll be interesting to see how this goes.

There’s also the fact that “Liquid Calling” was the first story in this project…and here we are with only three stories left to go. Sniff. It’s kind of making me all nostalgic.

Repetitive babble

I know I keep saying this but I still don’t quite know how this Matthew and Epp thing is going to end.  It’s very strange.  I’m fairly certain that by this time next month it will all be worked out, yet right now I’m completely clueless.  And where it really gets weird is, a month from now, I’ll be looking back and have no recollection of when things came together.  The choices that I’ll have made will seem so obvious to me that it will seem like they were there all along.

I hadn’t even met Kyo until the third story, but at this point it seems like I had planned to have him in there all the while.  Gregor was also a no show until the third story, yet he somehow became a huge character in all of this.  Not to mention when their names and looks and personalities came together.  This is such a weird process.

So very weird.

We’re changing things up a bit

So there are three stories left.  And I have a Matthew and Epp story up next.

Now, I have no idea how Matthew and Epp ends.  Nor do I have a real clear idea of how much story is left for Matthew and Epp.  So here’s the deal.

From here on our it is all going to be Matthew and Epp.  All M&E all the time.  Nothing but sweet sweet testing craziness and deep resonant philosophical statements…and probably some kung fu thrown in as well.

I’m not sure I’ll need three stories to finish this up, but this way I can be sure I’ll have the space I need to find my ending and I won’t feel compelled to slap a finishing point in where there isn’t one.   Hopefully with this much leeway things will be able to run their natural course.

Hopefully.

God, I have no idea how this ends….

I’ve honestly lost count

As I sat in my desk chair earlier this evening eating the remains of a week old bag of potato chips, waiting for my chain-restaurant burrito to be delivered and watching some horrible movie on Comedy Central, something occurred to me.   I really need to think of better ways to spend my nights off.

In my WordPress dashboard that I use to manage this site it says there are 22 entries in the Stories category.   I’m almost entirely certain that this last one was story number 23, though, so I’m confused.  As far as I know I have three stories left and the next one is going to be a Matthew and Epp one.

That’s as far as I know, mind you, which is not very far (that doesn’t make sense).  Anyway.

Go tell some friends about me. Clearly nothing interesting will be happening here.  I’ll resume being witty on Monday.

She’s got a name

I’m rather feeling my oats right now. My first draft was done as of this morning, I’ve got a title, and here it is only Tuesday. I’m never this far ahead. I feel like my computer needs to explode or something to set the universe back in order.

I may change the title. I know I say that with every single title I put up, but this time I mean it. There are a number of variations on very very similar words that I keep playing around with. I feel like I’m close but still have yet to nail it dead on.

Right now, though, I’m watching lots of the Food Network off of my neglected DVR. There’s this show, “Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives” that I love. The guy has a knack for digging up interesting restaurants serving wonderfully un-hoity-toity stuff. As the name might suggest. Although there are a fair amount of ramshackle places that serve up preposterously upscale dishes. Duck con fit alongside of pancakes sort of thing.

Anyway, I love it. I sit and watch two episodes in a row and I’m utterly enraptured the entire time staring at hamburgers and fried chicken cooking. There was this one place that took three days to make their onion rings. Three! First they put the whole onions in the fridge for a day to dry them out a bit, (refrigerators are very dry places, so if you need to dry a chicken or something there are worse places you could stash it for a few hours) then they cut the onions into slices which go into the fridge for another day, then they finally dredge and cook them. Three day onion rings.

Man.