Any writing projects comes with its challenges, and often, as the writer tries to figure out interesting ways to deal with all those challenges, sometimes ideas that seemed neat at the time, end up not working out so well.
In the case of The Honeymoon, I’m now facing the ugly truth that the original structure is not working as well as I’d hoped. Which is why it’s time to (drumroll)…Read More »
The first half of The Honeymoon is over. If you ever even heard of the game Fiasco (upon which this narrative is based), you know that this is the point when things really go bad for everyone involved.
This is the point when I roll a bunch of dice again, and use them to pick items from the tilt table.
For this, I prepared a quick video, so you can watch me picking out the two elements in real time.Read More »
[Overview] [Act 1, Scene 5] [Act 2, Scene 7]
Noon, Wedding Day
Nathan’s grabbing me by the hand and pulling me down the aisle.
“C’mon,” he says, “gotta get this over with fast.”
Needless to say, the wedding guests are looking at us more than confused. Honestly, I don’t even register most of what’s going on at this point. After Nate’s dumb-ass bachelor party, which lasted until the sun came up, it’s a miracle I’m even functioning as much as do. My head’s in the death-pinch of a nasty migraine, and a stale, rotten taste covers my tongue like the pelt of that animal that surely crawled down my throat to die. Fucking hangovers. Never again, I tell myself. Never a-fucking-gain.
So now I’m standing at the altar, and that old man with ashtrays for glasses looks at me.Read More »
I’ve written up a short blurb about each of the three characters, and where they’re standing before we jump into the narrative. This will allow me to reference they’re potential ambitions and mindsets once I use the Writer Emergency Pack, since it often refers to “What would the hero do, if” to trigger new ideas and move things in unexpected directions.
Also, I’ve written up the first draft of an outline for Act 1 (six scenes), which is a rough outline for the first half of the narrative, before things get really out of hand. Stay tuned for that.
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I’ve started working on a short story sort-of-thing late last night. The first part is done. The idea behind this is more a training exercise in the craft, not the art. I’m trying to play around with a switching point of view and a-whole-lot mrs dialogue than I usually use. I find dialogue in written stories awkward; something I need to learn to get better at. This is my first attempt on that. So, without further rambling about, here it is.
They say, “The night is darkest just before the dawn.” Beautiful, though a cliche. It makes me imagine a rising sun on a burning horizon. I think of a glimpse of morning light, of hope, after all seemed lost. I think of a phoenix soaring towards the new born dawn. Leaving a trail of glowing ashes. But there won’t be a dawn.
This is the year of the eternal night. The sky is thick. So thick, the air underneath this blanked of ash and dust hurts to breath in. You cling to every breath you can find, as if it was your child. Your most precious accomplishment. When you have to let go of it, you always seem to lose just a little more of yourself.
Desperate way to live… read more [Eternal Night – One]