One of the things I’ve been catching up with since NaNo ended (and truth be told, lost a good amount of time to it during NaNo) is the new Super Smash Bros. that came out smack in the middle of last month. I can’t put the thing down. If this doesn’t at least win fighting game of the year by someone’s count, I’ll lose even more faith in the gaming press… somehow.
But it seems to be gaining some pretty high honors, as most Nintendo games do. And part of that, I believe, is that it’s a game that truly appeals to everyone.
Too late for a NaNo postmortem, you say? No, I’d say it’s just about right. This time last week I was sleeping in the glory of winning. Just hours before that, I was planted at a Denny’s with a delicious breakfast of french toast and unlimited refills of coffee at my side, charging through those last 1,600 or so words to the goal for my novel, “Enter Sma Man.” I was accompanied by the late night Denny’s wait staff, and a raucous, well-inebriated group seated on the other side of the dining room who swore “they were getting ready for church.” I think at one point they mistook me for a Hispanic friend of there’s. That was fun.
But after I got my manuscript verified, then typed in a hundred more words since it didn’t count my chapter headings for some reason, I took a break. All week. There was a whole lot I had been putting off in November that I had to catch up on. I also felt myself getting dangerously close to burning out on the story, which is never a good thing. If you’ll recall my last post just before November began, I said I couldn’t wait to begin “Enter Sma Man.” By that last week or so of NaNo, I couldn’t wait to be over and done with it.
It’s November! Can you believe it? That means I and millions of others around the world are about to embark on a quest to write 50,000 words in one month, and have a blast doing it.
I told you about the novel I began last year in an earlier post. I pondered using this time of great motivation to finish it. I’ve been crawling ever since November ended. I’m now to about 85,000 words total, and just barely digging into the third and final act. I’ve come to the realization that I’m getting a little burnt out on it. (A huge contrast to last year at this time, where I couldn’t wait to get started.) So, I’m going to set it aside this next month and get to another story that’s been begging to be written.
Working the night shift sucks, (hence the vampire metaphor) but there’s much worse things out there. Unemployment, for example.
You probably remember last year when we talked about leaving my longtime job at KACU and I took on my first full-time job as morning producer at KTXS. Now, let me make one thing clear, I’m happy with my job. A lot. Becoming nocturnal, on the other hand, will be the subject of this post.
So, Apple’s out making stark raving news with the new iThings it unleashed upon the world. Lines are probably already forming at your local Apple store or other tech-savvy place that sells the goods.
It all looks great to me. Personally, I’m okay with my technology getting bigger. It’s harder for me to lose it that way. The features look nice, the new OS looks fantastic, and the Apple Watch looks like it might be just the thing to get people to wear watches again!
One thing that’s been said in many of the news outlets covering the big reveal is “The old iPhone models are already dropping in value!” Well, that’s just great. No, really.
I’m not being sarcastic. It is! That means it’ll be cheaper for me and the many others who can’t wait to snap those old models up.
“No human life confirmed in the vicinity,” said Liam. With one year of experience in this line of work, there was much he knew of, and many precautions he knew he had to take. He was a temporal agent, a man charged with keeping the very fabric of time in order.”
It’s been a while since I’ve posted here, but I’ve still been writing, as you saw last time. But most of it has been for a novel that for now, I’m titling “CANON.”
The following is a short story I wrote over the course of a weekend based on a prompt sent in by Colter Hettich. Let me know what you think, and perhaps I’ll expand upon it one day.
Atlantic City, New Jersey. April 5th, 1968
Another long, boring day at County Lawn Insurance. I was looking to unwind with the guys in sales like we always did, but none of them wanted to. They said they were “busy.” Well, no shit! That’s why we’re going to Sloopy’s in the first place. I got the same song and dance from the usual dames in reception, too. But whatever. I’m wasn’t going to let that stop me from turning this crappy day into a good night.