Decided I have an easier time writing here at work than I do at home. I have written a short chapter regarding the two villains of my current story. I need to fill out a bit of history on both, but I kind of wanted this to be the opening grabber. I'm not fond of trying to write flashback historicals, but I may have to. The next chapter I want to be development for the hero. The best style I've read is usually 1 bad guy chapters to 3 hero chapters, but I want this to be more balanced. I don't want to have a superevil vs. supergood book, I want a dark grey vs. A light gray to dirty white.
I think I'll probably try a 1,2,2,1 pattern. I want enough together in one part to not be jumpy, but not too separated as to lose interest in one party over another. I may be over analyzing, overworking, over dramatizing.. In any case today I intend the hero grabber. After this I will have to try to flesh them out together as they begin the "Path"

Nothing but a hack.
Nothing but a hack.
Nothing but a hack.
I feel good today except physically. I'm in a good mood, have been pushing a story to develop and it's showing promise. Trying not to get ahead of myself and to write it like I'm reading a story out of my head. Just one word ahead of the reader, who is myself.
Sometimes it's odd how you can dredge an idea that seems great from the corners of your brain, but as you start to define, or illuminate it it turns all fumbly and awkward. The important thing to do is get that idea down. Define it. Even abstractly, you just need enough that you can look at what you wrote and remember what you were thinking/feeling. Beyond that it's all fluff anyway. Example:
Tell someone you had an orgasm and they can relate to their own experiences with the big oh.
Tell someone your heart was pounding, you felt like you had static moving over your whole body. A tickly muscle contracting feeling started in the pit of your stomach and built and built until you were almost sweating. Every bit of your energy became focused on that feeling that was building until uunnghhh lights popped behind your eyelids and your body tries to bend over backwards as your toes curl up and heat just pumps out of you.
The description is all fluff. You're still only having an orgasm..

I actually miss night shift at the gas station. I think I was happier there than where I am now. Sure now I make $4 more dollars an hour than then. But there was a special kind of freedom being the nigh man in a convenience store. Even the scary nights in downtown Phoenix. I smoked all I wanted, drank soda all night (that's what happened to my teeth!) and sometimes in the morning I would go out for steak eggs and beer. Always more fun at 8 in the morning. I am sure there were all sorts of petty annoyances that I'm not remembering, but I sure do miss being able to read a book when I was bored. Or not having someone breathing over my shoulder, as long as I remembered to mop the floor and stock the cooler everything was good.. If I could get a job at a gas station now making the money I make now I would be a lot happier.
Of course so would every person slinging a register at one now. I sound so old today..

My friends and I used to play "Statue" during our early adolescence. Roughly 13-15. We were all tough enough for teenagers. Most of us were already wearing our leather jackets. I always wore combat boots although my friends wore sneakers, then again, they were always more athletic. Late one night we were down the corner from my fathers house, before they built a WAWA there, and there were 2 large tree stumps. The intersection was about five miles from town, and actually separated the real farms from the housing developments we all lived in. We were out 9ish-10ish on a summer night and were just hanging out goofing around. Some of my friends lived more in town and spent some nights out at my house where we were technically in a no mans land for police. We were under the state patrol's supervision of course but we actually had no local law enforcement, so there were no regular patrols.
We started playing this game where when a car came we all formed a famous statue and stood there as still as possible until the car was out of sight. We were only 4-5 feet off the road and obviously visible, but no one said anything or stopped for a closer look. I do recall meeting someone's eyes, but I think most of us tried not to meet anyone's gaze. There were too many country boys that would want to challenge you for that out there, and they were never very picky about who they pounded on if the mood took them. Long haired kids in leather motorcycle jackets pretty much were "Redneck Pinatas".
That night was actually a lot of fun and the next night we moved into downtown at one of the busiest intersections and did it again. The results were spectacular, the cursing and shouting from people we probably knew from school, horns being honked by other more friendly people. I think the police finally convinced us to quit.
If you've ever seen the show "Jackass" that was us only not violent, and actually trying not to hurt each other. Sort of a friendly version. We did videotape one night of fun. Including lots of laughing, singing badly in the back of a Trans Am (black and shiny, Randy's pride and joy until he killed it) film of him peeling out of several different parking lots looking all badass... and of course the larcenous adventures of yours truly the shoplifting freak. Too bad a teacher for some reason confiscated it. I was out of that school by then but nothing ever came of it.. Too petty to prosecute..

I'm almost too streesed to write.. I'm usually very laid back but today seems to be steamrolling my normal objectivity. Oh well I just need a good book to read and some time off my feet. I get so much angst sometimes relating to my cousins and uncles. they seem to think I know more than I do but surprisingly I know all the answers to the questions they ask. It sometimes feels like they are tailoring their questions to fit me into their conversations. Oh well I'm way to old to even be feeling like this. I'll just keep asking questions about the stuff I don't know until they fill all the blanks in my head in. Of course they probably never will, but I just have to make sure I don't start asking them the same questions more than once. I just don't like feeling young, but I am compared to them, but probably not as young as they make me feel..Their whole lifge experience is on such a different track than mine, so I'll just have to see if I can switch tracks or at least develop a synergy (I promised myself I would use that word)
I'm all about books and coffee, sitting around playing chess and camping for fun..
They are all hunters and pickup truck drivers revelling in their guns and ATV's