Another Murphy’s Rule: someone you just met and want to make a good impression with will drop in to chat right when you’re fiften seconds into doing today’s one word
Demo
“I don’t know if it’s really what I’m looking for.”
“Joe,” he slapped me on the back. “This is exactly what you’re looking for.”
I circled the thing. “Explain what it’s supposed to do again…”
“It’s a heart-breaking machine,” he said, smiling and never losing his patience. “Let’s try the demo…”
oneword’s word for today.
Because hey, it’s just March… I wasn’t doing anything else with it.
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Am I doing this? Oh heck yeah. If people are interested, I’ll crank WiD back up and participants can use it as a forum. Let me know if you’re interested in participating and I’ll set you up (if you need to be set up — most of the WiD-ows are still able to post).
BTW
one word is a really fun writing project. Highly recommend.
barrier
I couldn’t see beyond the row of masked and helmeted police to the street beyond. The worst of it was that I’d seen my wife slip around the side of the quickly forming line just before the riot control shields had been locked into place and the rest of us useless public trash had been forced back by the —
So I was thinking…
During the trip (leaving next Saturday!), I think I’m going to write up a little story. One entry for each day, based off things that happened, but…
well, you know… twisted, like. Slightly off plumb.
Then I’ll post it. Just see if I don’t.
This is how I see the scene…
Writing screenplays is fun and easy. You can do it to!
Sneaking movie reviews into the story:
“We were at Gerschon’s for over a day — you couldn’t have taken a shower and washed your clothes?”
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Vikous said, taking another draw from his cigar.
Calliope raised her eyebrows. “What?” She looked over his rumpled, stained clothing. “Please don’t tell me that you melt if you come in contact with water or something, because that would be really stupid.”
Halfway
I should be breaking through the 25k barrier on the story‘s word count today (probably before 5pm). Here’s a recent snippet that made me chuckle:
Calliope did some quick calculation. “You’re the most powerful… thing that I’ve seen since I’ve gotten involved in this mess.”
“Oh, how you talk,” Faegos said and smiled, tipping his oversized head bashfully as though receiving a compliment. He blinked his bulbous eyes. “Really, I am surprised. I was led to believe you were quite… coarse at times.”
“I’m just trying to sort everything out,” Calliope said. “See, if I eventually have something you want, and you want to bargain for it now, then it’s probably dangerous to you.”
The diminutive old man’s smile vanished. “Go on.”
Calliope turned her eyes toward the ceiling, musing. “What’s to keep me from telling you to go fuck yourself, then waiting to find whatever you think I’m going to find and hunting you down like any other rat bastard?”
Faegos’ face was grim. “I see I was not entirely misinformed as to your personality.”
Calliope shrugged.