Nanowrimo: When the story changes direction and minor characters play big roles

15128 words so far

There are minor characters, in terms of the relatively small amount of time they get from you, who play important roles in the story. This is what I am learning as I get into week two of nanowrimo. These characters set up the main characters in ways that support them, and the story.

How do you handle pretentious, political activists in real life when your motivations are not political? How about Federal informants and operatives who create problems when they can’t find any, just to bolster their careers and justify their budgets? Never mind the bailouts, what about the way no matter how small a community is, there are always the talentless who get special treatment just because they are connected?

The real world is shitty, even in a fiction novel.

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Nanowrimo: I won’t get the two-week doldrums because I am writing for two

Nanowrimo 2013 Word count: 12377

So, about those doldrums, the two-week doldrums that the nanos warn against. I it’s not possible for me to get them. The reason is I’m writing for two.

One of the characters in my book is a writer, for anyone not catching on, I have to write his material too, because a part of this book is some of his writing, some prose, some poetry, one or two vignettes, and guess what else, a short novel. So yeah, this whole doldrums thing is outside the realm of possibility, because if I get tired of the main story, which is not even very likely, I can just switch over to this “other personality” and get busy with his material.

In the recent session I finally got into the fun stuff. It is a part of the story that I love the most, where the old school business guy kind of schools the young kids about business and the approach to making adjustments to meet the new situation in the country. There is more of this in the book, but I am glad I finally cracked that scenario.

And, guess what else. They eat Bison burgers.

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NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month (Nano)

A few days ago I started NaNoWriMo: http://nanowrimo.org/participants/robert-run. the idea is to write 50,000 words of a novel in one month. I am on pace to finish on Nov.22. I have found that doing a public announcement, with accountability and a group of others is the best way to actually follow through. if you go to that link you can learn more and read an excerpt.

I have had this thing outlined, the character sketches, locations and about 3.5K words done for a while, and for most writers, we are not so keen about our work, as in, never satisfied, so just powering through it is  as good a strategy as any. Then there were  other projects that seemed like a nice diversion, like Hank Rally, and becoming more involved in my virtual assistant work to increase cash flow.

Right now I am at 5780 words, and you are welcome to follow my progress.

I also want to take a moment to thank, and encourage my writing buddies at “NaNo”:

Because we are bugging and nagging and trying to keep each other on track.

Part of my progress going forward includes updating this blog every morning. So let’s see if I can be true to myself and my buddies.

While you are at it you can check out The Day of Focused Moments.

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The Rending of the Veil

It’s not romantic.

Heading headlong into the teeth of this anticivilization at a time of apparent increasing rending of the veil.

It’s not like a mission, or a “calling” but all too often the feeling that one’s own mysticism and hope emerges to crush what is…

What is, is, after all.

So many peers, mentors and studies have packed away. They have “prepared”.

It’s the starkness of “alone” that draws the romance.

Again, we are stalwarts, we are the first immortals.

We do in fact have one another, we are not alone, physics won’t allow it, despite the delusion of “the collective” and the projection of “the one.”

There is the Universe in each cell; there is a sun alive in each snowflake at midnight.

Television, the local newspapers, lofting lazy, slow, turgid turd zeppelins at the twinkie addicted cabbage patch faces overwhelmed by the illusion of depth, awestruck by the spectacle.

Simultaneously, vast numbers divorce themselves from belief. They don’t necessarily know what’s real, but for certain they know what is -not-

Pulling, peeling, wrestling their barnacle selves from the ship, the battlestar, like small children discovering themselves again; rediscovering lost recesses long since thrashed, beaten and bruised by Public School; conformity, ostracization; Church; Television; Drugs.

The Pineal hood winked shut, blinks for the first time since vaccination; Fluoridation. Calcification reverses, it’s the veil, it rends, the divide widens, it’s not personal, certainly not political, hence the new Police State.

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Waking up is never good for those who rule the sleep.

You took a nap after your energy drink, your bag of chips and cheesewiz, of course you did… the long slow infestation of cancer needs a moment. Not even that coca-cola can help you now.

We do love you, be clear about that, just because we do not wait for you to love yourselves before we make our moves does not mean you are not loved. We call to you, you hear it, you don’t know what it is. You fell open, it landed there, you threw it out the moving window with your MacDonald’s garbage.

Another may come along, you never know… I suppose.

Karma falls like a Light Brigade as long stretches of decompression integrate with post-deconstruction.

Deconstruct the language; subtract the inane politics and conjecture.

Nuggets of decompression filter their way down through the compost-peat culture…

Form the first sentence of your -LIFE-

I faced the hill and made my claim, my declaration; my command.

-So here is the point: Be a net Gain-

Anticivilization defines wealth as the accumulation of currency with the least possible effort.

“Something for nothing!” is the call of the Oprah rich, from behind the screen; the bubble, pin pop-ready; the screen, the appliance, applied to the smooth brain couch grooves.

“Because I didn’t ask to be born!” is the response from the other end of the plug, from the couch, from the waiting room, from the living room. The smell of French fries waft universally.

Creates nothing; vacuous realms; nothing real.

Real value is the creation and production of the most possible, using the least possible resource.

Exponential returns.

The chair caners; the recyclers; the small farmers; the hunters; the gatherers; the fishermen; the weavers; the wheelwrights. Much using little, not little using much. Not stimulation over edification. Real capital instead; value instead; Honesty instead.

“You have to create something”

These five words can save your life.

“I have to create something”

The truth that rings your heart like the bell.

“I have to create something”

Here is your Mantra, winking hoods.

“I have to create something”

No money down

Eyes, ears, wits; experience accumulated for that sky of cold suns at night, for the soft place, for a cache of hot and clean.

A summer for a firepit, all the chamomile and nettle with morning dew for a dry sump.

And the hill to boot; to shoe; to ski; to gather; for sweets, for medicine for the alter, sans altar.

The deepest honed arrow can’t provide this. Create something.

They call: “Something for nothing!”

Our response: “Something FROM nothing!”

Hands; eyes; mete; analyze, diagnose prescribe and implement; detail; finish.

It is value exchange; it is not a sentence, a deal, a plea; a desperation.

We don’t walk away from this.

We gather wind.

Weave the cloak

Manifest the mist

And again, the gem, the gorgeous gem Superior where I buried my face

In the roots

Into the banks

Where I left my salt

Where I recognized home

Who she is

Where I am

My future of breath

To hold this magic

Volitional Living Consciousness

Never for granted

Only ever grateful

Grandfather plucked from his place, like a feather.

Grandson lands… and leaves, softly, for the Net Gain.

Net Gain: That’s the point. Leave more than you took, you have that magic you neo-cortex. Rise to meet the beasts.

We sing across the divide, like waning whales across a sea. We call, we sing, we spin and dive and splash, it is in slow motion.

It’s there, on their sonar.

It sounds vaguely familiar; they do not recognize the song, barely the voice.

Their heart fell out, they picked it up, embalmed it with religion; with hope; sold it.

They hear us sing, they can’t place the sound, it’s on the tips of their tongues.

Downline and MLM businesses

I have never been one for the MLM networking, but I am a good programmer and site builder, and I now have the knowledge to build a matrix/ downline type website. If there is someone who has ever wanted to have your own, and has all the connects and networks to promote in, then you can contact me and I will consider building you one.

I know the difference between and honest business and a Ponzi scheme, so don’t waste my time with silliness.business puzzle

Lentils represent possibility and optimism

Lentils are really beautiful. They are so good. Each one is a world.

Lentils are so good, they are really beautiful. Each one is a world

Yesterday’s post about the dream you had

Lentils represent possibility and optimism

Today’s post is my 24th NaBloPoMo post