24 Nov
Spacetime Distortions Are Possible
They are. And it’s amazing how often they happen at work. Time flows normally while the work comes in and is feathered nicely over the course of the day. Then at some point, the work breaks. Either it gets accomplished much too quickly and a day’s tasking becomes an hour’s blitz, or something is said and any motivation quickly dwindles.
In either case, these relativistic space-time distortions are far-fetching and disastrous. They suck co-workers in like black holes, absolutely refusing to let go no matter what comes its way. This is especially true during holiday weeks and early dismissals, as space-time collapses to a relativistic crawl.
These are the accounts of nightmares.
I’ve fulfilled the requirements of the Nanowrimo competition as of this past Sunday. Fifty-thousand words lie in wait for final verification, to prove themselves to the lords of the Nanowrimo that I have successfully joined their ranks.
But the story continues.
As I’ve enjoyed telling those that ask, I’m almost out of Mexico. There are really only two more acts that need fleshing, and after that comes whatever resolution the characters deem necessary. Elizabeth Wilde has seen more rapid development than I intended. My original purpose through the total arch of 52 assassinations was a slow degradation of her moral fabric. Now, post-arrest, she has grown far more ruthless than I originally intended.
I’m trying to avoid references to the Rivernator, but a couple scenes have definitely played out as such.
My goal is still to finish by November 30th, but I don’t see that happening. There’s just simply too much left to tell. Not that I won’t try, but I’m expecting at least another twenty thousand words before I can finally slap the almighty “The End”.
This has been a spectacular month of storytelling, though, and it’s affected more people around me than I originally thought. My wife is showing an honest interest in the story. My folks constantly ask if I’ve finished. So coworkers got involved and participated on their own (You guys rock). Jim even dived in, and I can’t wait to see what he’s come up with. I’m eager to see the fruits of this past month.
Ever since picking up my laptop, I have had a concern about having my stories on such a portable machine. I bought myself a Bauer-like man-purse, so this laptop basically goes everywhere I do. It’s convenient with the lappy being so light, but it IS a laptop. It’s not hard to take, mount the drive on an external system, and voila… all my stuff is in the open.