… coming up with ideas for stuff you’d never run into in regular fiction. For example, how do you suppose people would get around in an airport with zero gravity? Yup, that took awhile to ponder, but an idea finally surfaced from the depths of the Imagination. No magical artificial gravity for me! This universe is a mere 176 years into the future and that hasn’t been solved yet, from my telling of the tale.
Now that THATS out of the way I can get on with the story.
I don’t even know if setting a weekly 2000 word quota is laughable, but it’s doable. I work in IT and am married and have a son. All these things take away from this project–as well they should. I had thought about posting more often, but the fact is I don’t have time to write every day. But when I do I’ll try to post here too. Yeah, nothing exciting of course, but maybe I’ll wax on about Barça or somfing.
4167. Finished the first chapter. Life has a way of getting in the way of writing. So does procrastination. Still, it was a great trip two weeks ago to Whitefish to see my brother-in-law and his family. I think I have the snowboard bug as well. Amtrak is a nightmare though. Not sure I’ll use them again unless absolutely necessary.
The story gets stronger and slowly the milieu is put in place, piece by piece. My characters are taking on life. The first real breathe in the balloon is done.