Friday, September 30, 2005

The Internet Ate My Homework

So I had this great post last night. All done. I even went back and fixed some typos. Then I tried to publish.

"Blogger is down for scheduled maintenance..." What? What scheduled maintenance? Why didn't I know about this? WHERE'S MY GODDAMN POST!!!

Gone. No recovery. I know, I know--compose off-line, then publish, but what the hell, I was on a high-speed connection, next best thing to being there. Yada, yada, yada. I know it's my own fault, but I'd much rather blame Blogger. Makes me feel better.

I'll try again later.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Blazing a New Trail

Well, it's time to do some re-thinking on Washed in the Blood. My last outline dates from this past Spring. The story has grown in substantial ways since then, and my line-per-scene no longer applies. The basic story remains the same, as does the climax and denouement. What has changed is the path connecting here and there.

This is a good time to stop and regroup. John is currently deeply involved in a crisi of faith. Thomas is poking him with sharp sticks and pointed questions to keep the doubt raging. The cops are searching for John and waiting for the autopsy results, which should be interesting. An outside investigator has shown up, one Michael Archer, who has been tracking Thomas for several years. His job is to convince the local cops that John is being framed, and that's going to be a long row to hoe. Everybody else is pretty much standing around with their thumbs up their asses waiting on me to show them where they're going from here. That's why they pay me the big bucks, right? Oh yeah, I'm not getting paid for this. Yet.

I'm really interested in how the forensics are going to play out. I can thank tambo for that. Ghosts and Threads have got me thinking in that direction. Blood will of course, play a major factor. I have to figure out how much is missing and how Michael is going to convince the locals to try to account for it. They, of course, are firmly convinced of John's guilt and are unwilling to admit any evidence to the contrary. Maggie was very well-liked in the community, John not so much.

I know there is one major complication coming John's way, in addition to the one he already faces (figuring out a way to get blood without getting deeper into his morass of sin and guilt). This poor SOB is in real trouble. Then there's the love triangle developing between Deborah, Thomas, and Michael. Poor Michael doesn't have a chance in Hell, since both of the other two hate his guts. Things can and do change, though. All's fair and all that crap. Wonder how Thomas feels about getting a freak on with another guy? Hmmmm.......

Monday, September 26, 2005

Damn the Torpedoes!

No more retreating, launghing a new offensive. I know, I know, as if I weren't offensive enough already. Keep your snide comments to yourselves. :-)

Wound up having no Internet the entire weekend. Oh well. It's probably for the best. It'll just take a few days to catch up.

I took the opportunity to read through everything I have on Washed in the Blood. Damn, it's good. It has problems, sure, what first draft doesn't? Especially the first draft of a first novel. If I start listening to that voice again that tells me it's shit, y'all kick my ass until I wake up, please. Got nearly 5000 new words over the weekend, and over 1000 so far today. The thrill is back, the story progresses.

I also finished another review for GMR (I also have a new review up of Caitlin R. Kiernan's To Charles Fort, With Love). This one is less than glowing. Horror writers need to wake up and realize that just because it's horror is no excuse for poor craft. In this case, the characterization is absolutely abominable. It's basically a bunch of paperdoll morons running around getting eaten. A major author, too. Another bridge burnt, I guess. Oh well. I calls 'em as I sees 'em.

Y'all keep 'em straight up there.