Ahhh… the power of skipping.

PeeKay loves his pony. Man I have a twisted mund. Mund? Whisky Tango Flub.

Next comes “I want a brownie” and “..and a small orange drink” with old man Pat working the drive through and Monica being his shift supervisor.

-Muhhahhaaa-ootles

Got 1,100 words in on my PeeKay on the train ride home. I just jumped ahead and in the linear void i wrote (get back to)

Okay so here they are after a bunch of tweaking. I just need to run these by a few more people and then I think I’ll be ready to submit them.

#1 – (REBOOTED 2016 VERSION) “Joy left the World” starts out with Joy waking in her car along the side of the road with an empty bottle in her lap. She is in such a foul mood from the fight she had with her husband the night before that she fails to notice the completely overcast skies. Ever since her high school sweetheart and now husband returned home from Afghanistan he is but a shadow of his former self. She knows war changes people which is why over the past six months they have been seeing couples counseling that specializes in PTSD issues. As she sits there sulking she has no idea how little time she has to put come to peace with it all. The overcast skies are being caused by something otherworldly that is bringing about the end of everything she holds true.

#2 – “Mr. Kobayashi” is focused on the survivors of a colony ship that crash landed upon a strange new world ten years before. Now today, after a decade of struggle against the elements and the native wolf like predator present on this planet, they finally have lives once more. Only Eden isn’t forever as a massive ground quake and subsequent flood throws their world into chaos once more. Those that survive must now put aside their personal squabbles and come together if they are going to have any hopes of continuing as a species. 

#3 – “Sup-Her” is about the world’s first, and last, super heroin waking up with amnesia amongst the ruins of an airline crash only to discover that she had gone into hiding ten years earlier. Now she must face the disastrous and personal repercussions of having been discovered again.

#4 – The CERN facility in Europe goes haywire and causes a pocket reality to come into existence around the whole continent. Those that are not instantly killed are transmorphed into fantastical creatures. What’s worse, the pocket seems to be expanding to eventually consume the entire planet. Chris, part of a team of operational specialists, is sent in to try and end the convergence of the two realities before it’s too late.

#5 – “Barbash” is the story of a dwarven barbarian who is hunting down the demon that has cursed him with immortality. Time and time again he fails to destroy the vile creature as it manages to hide within the flesh of others. Now it looks as if he has stumbled upon the demon once more but this time he must play along as ally if he has any chance of destroying an even greater threat.  Still good.

I just want to go to bed. I’m selfish. My throat still hurts and it’s even more painful to swallow. A couple of weeks ago I had my first kidney stone and the pain with that was pretty intense but tolerable. I have heard the stories of saying it’s equivalent to a woman giving birth and to that I say bullshit. Granted I have never given birth but I can say that an hour and half of stabbing pain in my side is probably nothing in comparison to have your genitalia torn apart from the inside for up to 24 hours straight if not longer. Now my hour and half pain issue when you count the three episodes comes in at close to 6 hours and I have heard stories of women pushing out babies with nothing more than a sneezes effort but I am not going there.

I am selfish. I just want to go to bed.

I’m still stuck in where to go with my PeeKay story. Trying to figure out what to do next is still escaping me. Yes, I know I could be editing a prior work instead as my mind tries to sort all this out but with my head and throat feeling the way they do its taking far more concentration on my part just not to call sick into work and fall asleep in my car. Yes, I’m on the train right now.

So I could have my character protect something, destroy something, discover something, retrieve something or who knows what else. I was thinking of having him hijack a car or plane with a payload but those pose problems all of their own. If he were to defend someone then that would be more of a long term commitment as you never know when or where the threat may come, that’s too long. Now in taking somebody out that seems the easiest but I’m still trying to come up with a who/when/where that fits the story. The last option of retrieving something hasn’t been explored enough yet in my head so I think that is where I am going to focus on for the day. You hear that mental squirrels? Let me focus on something! The squirrels can’t hear me due to the sinus pressure in my brain.

So what could he retrieve…an item (jewel)? A person (a kidnapping)? With the amount of money my secondary character is paying PeeKay it is worth something of value, at least to the secondary character. PeeKay is not so much of a thief or lock pick as he is muscle man who gets through the thick shit.

One of the random thoughts I had yesterday (thanks squirrels) was to google mercenaries and what kind of jobs they do. Can you say “Hello Homeland Security?”

I’m tired…

Thinking is hurting right now….

I just want to go to bed….

Over this last weekend, I put together a new Amazon playlist out of the singles I had purchased off of their site and am listening to it right now. Currently there is a remix of a New Order song playing and the line that is playing over and over in my ears is “I feel so extraordinary.”

Ha!

I feel like shit!

-I’m done.

Okay so I wrote this novel back in the fall of 2012 and then tinkered out a second draft in 2014. Anyway I’ve also been working on some pitches for some of my various works and this one has proven to be the most problematic. Why? I’ve been struggling with this over the past week and then today something finally came together in the back of my mind. I was trying to start the book too earily. I was starting out in normalsville of chapters 1 and 2 only to have the secret real plot being discovered in chapter 3.

So in order to fix this my plan is to now start the book at chapter 3 and then sprinkle back in the life before the shitstorm later on.

I think this can work. It’s going to require more effort than what I’m willing to put into it right now but at least I now have a new start to work with. Yes im doing a little mental happy dance right now.

In the mean time I’m still going to keep working on my PeeKay novel and let these changes ferment some more. I’m still mentally feeling like doo-doo today so blogging is about all I’m capable of doing.

-Hey god, knock knock :p

As I’m walking to the train station I’m listening to the audio book “bird by bird” by Anne Lamott and she uses the following line…
“If you ever want to hear god laugh then all you have to do is tell her your plans.”
Rich :p

It’s Monday, I’m on the train. My head is still thick with mucus and I didn’t sleep very well. I woke up at around 1:30 for who-knows-what-reason and couldn’t get back to sleep until close to 3:00. Gotta love Mondays. I took a Mucinex shortly after waking up hoping it would help relieve the pressure in my head and allow me to fall back asleep. It’s hard to say if it helped any or not but my throat is still as raw as before. I don’t feel like writing right now. I just want to curl into a ball and close my eyes.

Last night after getting home, from my wife’s parents place and from visiting her mom at the intensive care unit at the hospital, she parked her car into the garage as I got out of my car and walked over to assist. I put my Chromebook on the top of her car and then opened the door and worked at unstrapping the kids. Naturally my kids were a bit slow in getting their asses in gear so after unstrapping them so I went back to my car and collected the various shit out of the backseats that they had left within mine. Earlier in the day, when it was still daylight, I had then out in the driveway with me and with a garbage can in hand had ordered them to clear out the backseat of all the crap back there. With them being only nine and five, of course I had to instruct them that left over plates and cups where not to be thrown into the trash. Anyway so in getting back to the evening and the prior cleaning earlier in the day I knew there wasn’t that much to take out of the car. Still I had their jackets and a new set of plates and cups to bring up into the house, so my arms were half filled. I knew I wasn’t done with the working on my sons side of my wife’s car but due to my load hadn’t remembered exactly what it was. I walk up towards her car again and she slams shut my son’s door and reaches over to the counter along the wall and grabs off two old sippy cups of milk which are in the process of coagulating. Then then turns to me and says “Here.” It doesn’t occur to her to notice my hands are already full. It doesn’t occur to me to not lose my train of thought about my Chromebook still being on the roof of her car when she hands me the disgusting cups hoping to pass the buck. Being the husband I want to be I take them. Chromebook, what Chromebook? We get into the house and I begin dropping off the coats onto the racks and the dishes into the sink along with putting away the other miscellaneous items.

A half hour later, after things are settled enough and I find my ass parking itself back onto the couch so I can catch what’s left of the second half of the Super Bowl, my wife says she is heading back out to do some event with her girlfriends. “Have fun.” I say in between shouting “be quiet” to the kids as I am doing my best to ignore them for what is the only game I’ve actually sat down to watch the entire season. I think that had I watched more they might be used to being neglected and so when there is a game of significance to me they be used to it. Looking back I can see how this is obviously bad parenting on my part. Ten minutes later I get a call from the wife. “Did you leave something on the roof of my car?” I gasp, “Oh shit my Chromebook.” She says, “Yeah I heard something rattling around on the top but it stopped once I got onto the freeway.” I slap my forehead thinking how difficult would it have been to pull over before getting onto the freeway? I’m such a silly man. I mean who reacts to something as they notice it? Isn’t it much easier to leave the dishes in the backseat of daddy’s car than to take them in? Isn’t it much easier to bring the sippy cups in when taking them out of the car instead of letting them stack up in a miniature yogurt making factory?

I am a silly man.

I guess I’m in the market for a new Chromebook 🙁

Truth be told I’m not that upset as the Chromebook in question was two years old and already had issues thanks to my cat. Nibbler, the cat, slammed her face against my cup of orange juice and tipped it over onto the Chromebook’s keyboard just as I was first unpacking the thing for the first time. I had to take the damn thing apart and douse it in alcohol infused Q-tips to clean it up. I got it mostly functional again except for the RETURN key which always seemed thick to depress.

Back to now.

I still don’t feel like writing. I haven’t come up with much in my PK story and with my head hurting due to my lingering cold, I just don’t the mental mojo to do any kind of editing. There is a kinda cute girl sitting over on the next row. She is by far too young for me but that don’t mean the distraction isn’t there. She can’t see my screen but still I feel mean in saying this, she isn’t naturally cute so much as the look she has put herself in.

It’s now 35 minutes past the hour which means I have about fifteen minutes left to dabble write. I think I am going to call it quits and pull up Amazon on my phones app.

– Tootles

It was a really good game, from what little I saw. 😛

Apathy Bowl 2016!

So I’ve hit a bit of a wall in my PeeKay story as of yesterday but as inspiration would have it not so much anymore. “Personally” I don’t believe in writers block, at least for myself. I may hit a part where I don’t know how to navigate through but give it a bit of time and I know, thanks to my squirrel like brain, something will shape itself to fit my hole. That sounds kind of dirty and I’m okay with that. So as of yesterday, I had a half idea as to my heroes healing and zero idea as to his next mission. My son, in typical early Sunday wake-up mode, kicked me in the nards, yes he is still sneaking into our bed in the middle of the night, and then kicks out when he is asleep, gave me some time to think as I was holding my balls in pain earlier this morning.

So there I am in bed, with my son sleeping next to me, and with my hands down my pants trying to cuddle and massage myself….from the impact. I’m thinking this is sounding far worse than it should be but it’s also the truth so bite me. Anyway, the half idea I had comes into full bloom. Here it is…”The Power of Bacon.” WHat’s this you say? Hear(read) me out for a minute.

I heard about new medical procedure a few years back that takes cells from a bovine and reforms them into something called pixie dust. Just google the following “pixie dust medical” and the link in question is here. So what it does in a nutshell, is use the pig material as a stem cell patch.

I am writing a fictional book…so take something that is true…the above…and manipulate it into something I can use. THE POWER OF BACON. Here is my tie in. My protagonist had a special enzyme injected into his blood stream that allows him to metastasis pig DNA in much the same way. If he is injured all he needs to do is ingest some bacon and it works like a medical potion of curing wounds.

From the beginning I’ve known I’ve wanted him to heal faster but haven’t had a need for it to really happen as of yet. Being only 10,000 words in he has just now suffered his first grievous wound so far in the story so I don’t have that much to go through and place hints about. I am going to have him chow down on some sausage links before going into the big fight scene (put the gun on the mantle) but am going to leave the links as to why as kind of nebulous to the reader for the time being. Hey, the guy really likes bacon, who doesn’t. 😛

It also works for me in the sense of explaining his rather erratic behavior. Cells that grow back don’t always have the same exact connections the original ones had. You know, a photocopy is always a little bit different from the original. And when it comes to ‘gray matter’ that can leave a mark.

The other half idea I got this morning is to the next mission he is going to undertake. I’m going to save spoiling that just yet as I’m still trying to hatch that part out. Speaking of hatching, I think I need to go and make my morning offering at the ivory shrine.

-Pooples for now