Progress Report

Over the past few days, I’ve taken a few surprise opportunities to write. Kids are back to school (two counties apart), as is the wife.  So, there’s a lot of driving, a lot of schedule craziness, and not a lot of ability to block out time for any one thing.

Luckily, I have a fantastic wife. She makes sure I get some time to myself whenever it’s possible.  I’ve made sure that once I’m done with my job hunting while I’m out, I’ve put pen to paper.

I’ve made some progress in The Glass Crown, and I’ve finished revising the second Adam’s Name piece.  Got it sent off to the Alpha Readers, too.  The first bit will take a lot longer to rewrite, but I’m in a Detroit mood, so it may see quite a bit of progress in the upcoming weeks.

After that, I’ll need to decide whether I want to try to publish them separately as short stories, together as a serial novella, or together as a novel.  Decisions, decisions.

You posted to the what now?

So, to deal with Susan tiptoeing around in my brainmeats, I’ve gathered the posts that mention her together as a set of links and posted it to the Google Group.  What Google Group, you ask?

http://groups.google.com/group/davidmcrampton

I will likely be doing the same with Todd’s story shortly.  The entries are much easier to read in order than they are in Livejournal’s reverse chronological order.  Just a side-effect of shared fiction within a blog environment.

Anyway, if you’re inclined to read, please do.  If you’re inclined to comment, that’s also welcome.  Good night, all. :)

Thoughts from Work

Got some words down on paper again at lunch.  I don’t like my low output, but with a max of a half an hour spent actually writing, I can’t get too mad at myself.

Hunter’s birthday party went off really well.  All of the kids really seemed to enjoy it.  So, having kids birthday parties at movie theater = win.  The actual movie (Where the Wild Things Are), not so much.  Apparently, it’s nothing like the book (I’ve never read it), and it’s certainly not as visceral and violent as the movie is.  There were some pretty disturbing images, and I’m hoping that none of the kids ended up with nightmares.  It’s pretty much a dark movie centered around the Jungian archetypes of an angry boy with fear of abandonment.

Ha!  I can say that without any spoilers!

My wedding ring needs to be resized.  Downward.  It started slipping over the knuckle today.  Holy wow.

I think I need to start going to bed earlier.  It’s a constant battle between getting things done and satisfying my need for rest.  The chin strap for my CPAP machine has been shipped.  I’m crossing my fingers that this is the last piece to the CPAP puzzle, and that I’ll be able to use it nightly now.  Nothing left to procrastinate on.  I’m knocking on wood with my crossed fingers, for added levels of goodness.

I -really- need to pick up that Flobots CD.

Also need to gather links to the Todd posts from the Carnival and the Susan posts from Nocturnal Ambitions.  WordPress will either present interesting challenges for linking to fiction, or will make it strangely easy.  I won’t be able to decide until further play has been had.  Thinking about making Steven’s universe the same universe as Two Vampires.  Lots of things bouncing around in my brain, pounding the walls into new shapes.

Weekly Word Count

Konbanwa, minasan!

I’ve made some progress on the writing-in-chaos problem. I can stop and start again, without losing track. It’s something that I didn’t know I had in me, and I’m very happy for it.

More Steven fiction is up. I think we’re about halfway through Book 2 at this point. Blaize and the one with the sword are taking out members of the Coven, and Steven is chafing in the organization required for one city to wage war upon another. Mmm, burnt flesh.
http://www.davidmcrampton.com/fiction.php

Really looking forward to next week’s meeting regarding the upcoming webcomic, and I really need to do some extra script writing. The first bit involved a lot of back and forth with my partners (artist and mechanics), and I’m looking forward to getting in the groove with my co-conspirators.

I’m feeling just as much urge to write the Adam in Chicago story as I am to write in the sequel. The sequel will still be my priority, overall, but I remember the girl and the ritual and the house burning down and the coffee shop and Walter’s fiery friend and… yeah, that one was left unfinished for too long. I’ve got this itch, man.

Hoping to have yet another chapter of Steven out to everyone on Friday. As always, input is welcomed.

Weekly Word Count

Next little installment of Adam’s name is up! It’s here!

Word count graphics are fixed! They’re here!

In the middle of my pseudo-quarantine due to excessive coughing and throat that’s hanging in ribbons, I bring you the Weekly Word Count! I’m continuing to make little tweaks to the web site as I update and add bits that I’ve written.

Any comments and constructive criticism are always welcome. :) Also, I’m thinking of re-writing the first five or so chapters of The Remembrance, to make it a bit more palatable to potential agents and publishers. I worry, though, about losing the freedom that I have publishing through Lulu. I feel like I’m riding the front wave of a change in how information is purchased and disseminated. I have control, and I own the rights. And yet, if you want to buy my book from Borders, you’re going to run into problems, because my distribution house is owned by Barnes & Noble.

So, I dunno. Again, any input is appreciated.

Adam’s Name

Weekly Word Count

Lo and behold, the next installment of Adam’s Name is up on my short fiction page. From the site:

“Adam loses himself in blue eyes and lace-covered skin as he flees the strangeness that continues to pierce holes in his reality. He runs to the Goth/Industrial club a few floors above the last bar, and ends up on the roof of a parking garage. Alcohol, making out, a gun shot, and a bonfire under the constellation Orion.”

I’ve also started a thread in the Google group to discuss the strangeness that Adam keeps running into. Feel free to share theories, observations, complaints, offers of gold doubloons, whatever. :)

Also, though I haven’t been a part of it, the activity in the has remained steady. I highly recommend it.

I haven’t forgotten your suggestions about what to write, from that post oh-so-long-ago. Nor the meme where I owe four more people pieces of fiction. I’ll get on track one of these days. :)

Weekly Word Count – back from the dead!

This small part of Adam’s name is taking me forever to edit. I’m adding a few pages to it, just about doubling its length, because it needs more. ( Thanks ) I’ve got a decent start on it, but I feel stuck. Should I bring the girl in early, or should they run into each other on the dance floor? Should there be more foreshadowing about the story that Adam is getting involved in? Or should there just be more about how he feels apart from everything?

This is the first encounter that has Adam really and truly just observing someone else’s story. He’s slipped into another fictional world, one in which a girl gets initiated into a sisterhood of witches. Adam will only witness a very small slice of the story, but it will be enough to send him on his way. Since Adam’s telling the story, putting more emphasis on his separation from the world around him makes the story uninteresting… why should the reader care? And Adam certainly loses himself in this girl as he tries to escape into the drunk game again… maybe he shouldn’t be so okay with leaving at the end.

I might just need to fill the space with words and see what comes out. :)

[Excerpt] Adam’s Name

Adam contemplates tripping over a girl who wasn’t there…

Of all of his foggy memories, running into and tripping over Susan was the most clear. It was like he’d been completely sober for just a couple of seconds, and then the drunk had come back. She had been thinking about her friend, and about some kind of life-changing decision. He remembered her dark brown eyes, as clearly as if he were looking at them. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that these details were all that he remembered. He had no idea what her hair was like, her skin, her clothes, or anything about this friend of hers.

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