On the ride in I finished up the rest of editing chapter 1 of another authors work.

Why hello Gil and Daryl. How is your morning?

Okay I just finished the filler chapter and what was originally a 250 word vague description of “blah blah…get back to on 2nd draft” just came in at 6,000 words.

Wow!

I think it was needed as I did some end of book setups in addition to patching some plot flow holes.

Oh… and in hiding in the bathroom at work typing this on my phone :p
With a headline like that up above, common :p

Today I described a breakfast scene and made a G.R.R.M. joke out of it in the process.

I kid- I kid-

Okay, not really.

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I got some progress in on my bonus chapter/scene in my Sup-Her story. I got myself a bit emotional over how I did it. I’m of course now wondering how well that is going to translate over when somebody else reads it. Ahhh the fears of being a novelist and letting real and imagined emotions hang out there like testicles on a nudist beach.

I’ve never been to a nudist beach but I’m pretty sure that is what you see a lot of. I’ve also never actually flown like my supposed characters but there again I use my imagination as well as similar things that I have done and weave them into my story.

This Saturday is the second meetup of the new Meetup group that is supposed to be a critique group. I say supposed to because I can already feel the rumblings of other members who are looking to have it be a social group exclusively. I don’t mind conversating with others but isn’t the point of a group with the named “Writers meeting in a comfortable environment to offer critique” that at least part the time we should do what the name infers.

-Know what I mean Vern?

I’m doing an additional chapter which wasn’t part of my first draft.

The snow white apple has been eaten 🙂

That Seat is Reserved

Bear with me here, I’m working off of four hours of sleep. (I don’t know why but does it really matter anyway?)

I woke up to my cell phones alarm with visions of bouncing velociraptors in my head. Yes my dream this morning was that we had dinosaurs in our backyard. For some reason this was okay even though in my dream I knew it wasn’t supposed to be this way. What made it worse, probably thanks to Jurassic Park movies, was that the only thing keeping these six to eight feet long five hundred pound beasts out of our house while we slept at night was our fly-stopping-rated screen door. Yep, you read that right. In my dream, killer dinosaurs were being held back, by something akin to thick cheese cloth.

Nobody said dreams need to make sense.

So I get myself into the shower, do my duties, and eventually find myself finding a seat on the train heading into work. It’s a short train again, yippee, and I sit down on the opposite side of an interesting man.

He is wearing a blanket as if homeless. He is somewhat young looking, at least younger than myself. I can tell by the way he is wearing his hat… err… (old man bias mode here). What is the deal with wearing your hat all flat? I mean it just makes you look stupid. But so does wearing underwear outside of your pants, so what do I know? I find myself thinking back to the 80’s and seeing the exact opposite thing happening. You know where you the rim your hat it bent so bad it actually fails to cover your eyes. Balance people, you know, you can give it some character but also leave it well enough alone that it still provides sum functionality.

The other thing I notice is his hat says “100, always keeping it real.” All I can say is “Thanks Larry Wilmore.” It would seem as if you are the latest version of Spuds McKenzie. Yippee.

So Mr. 100 says to me just after I sit down, “That seat is taken.” I pull my headphones out of my ears, which weren’t on just yet, and said, “I’m sorry, what?”

“That seat is taken.”

Having already gotten a sense of the passengers onboard and having watched the train since it pulled into the lot. I answer back, “There wasn’t anybody here a moment ago.”

He busts out in a grin, “Man don’t take me so serious when I’m messing with you.”

I give him a nod and put my headphones back into my ears. I then situated myself into my seat and think to myself as I start pulling out my laptop, “Got my writing prompt for the ride into work.” I turn on the music on my cell phone and start to lose myself to the music when he starts talking to me again. This time I can’t understand him other than picking up “…registered voter…”

Today is April 20th and I’m working off of four hours of sleep right now. Oh and today is a full moon in case you might be wondering.

-It’s going to be a fun day.

Between the train ride in and the half hour, I got at the coffee shop, I got just over 1100 words.

I got some story bits smoothed out from yesterday’s debacle but have yet to get her to eat from snow whites apple. As the kinda say in the Battlestar Galactica reboot…”I have a plan”.

🙂

Aside from my missed direction this morning I have nothing else written.  Got a headache too so it’s not looking all that likely. Thinking some season two from Netflixs Kimmy Schmidt might be in my train ride homes future.

So I’m adding in some supplimental story info and hadn’t realized it until 600 words in that I got myself into a story logic trap. I’m now going to have to sacrifice what I have and write something different. I’m trying to address the logic falicy while also keeping my characters consistent.

Instead of an Amish apple farm I think I’m going to use a new jersey chop shop as my fifth stop. That way it’s not just one and done with the logic. Don’t worry this all makes sense in my squirrel.