The good news is, I’ve made progress with my story.
The bad news is, I fell off the writing wagon again.
Higher priorities continue to assault my discipline. Regardless, I’ve written 25 pages.
It’s not beyond what I’ve done before, but the content is. I hope to resume writing soon, but my current video project is demanding more time.
Excuses aside, the experiment has been a success. When you allow things to unfold through the characters, you discover plot organically. Relationships define themselves and a world starts to take shape. I must say, the world I’m shaping is rather large, spanning across many times and planets… it may be months before I finish. This is something I accept. If you’ve read all this, thanks for your interest. I’m excited about its development. Here’s a raw quote:
The rain continued to pound as Vessa approached her mark. She began slowing to a crawl. She saw him a couple hundred yards away, slowly trudging toward the city. She evaluated her options.
On the one hand, a smash and grab would be easy enough, but her signature style would be ruined. Her job was to be virtually invisible, while committing virtually impossible thefts. It was quite preposterous, really. As soon as she was close enough to her mark to identify the object’s nanosig, she could lock its spaciotemps to her holobike’s anchor (a kind of reference for the bike’s light drive). By the cleverness of her invention, her bike helped snatch high-prize tech in the blink of an eye. It had proved successful enough—she saw no reason to give it up now. The mark may be a sitting duck, but she couldn’t assume.
Fifty yards ahead of her a robed figure was barely visible through the sheets of rain. Distant lightning cast just enough light to illuminate his form. Her HUD was busy trying to lock the nanosig. It can take up to two minutes, depending on security measures, but it rarely took her that long. After thirty seconds, her HUD was still trying to crack it.
Thirty yards now. It’s okay, that’s plenty of room to work. She knew that it was more like twenty-five yards because of light drive warm-up. She had cut it closer. Still no lock on a signature. How was this possible? The prominence was amazing—the object was giving off a beautiful nanosig, brightly visible in her visor, but absolutely untraceable. Her HUD had been at it for a minute plus now—no lock.
Fifteen yards. Fear crept into the pores of her nanosuit, tickling the hairs on her arms and spine. Suddenly she felt cold chills as if her suit had lost its tempregs. She needed a lock within the next ten yards or it’d be a bust.
What the hell was she dealing with? Her HUD had quit searching for a lock—or maybe crashed while trying. It was spitting out all kinds of miscellanea across her visor, threatening to blind her altogether.
She screamed with the holobike’s light drive as she burst past her mark, empty-handed and filled with the weight of her first defeat.
Now onto some new South Park.