2,000 more words on "First" today over lunch, but I've written myself into a bit of a corner. Seems my injured MC is not going to recover from his wounds, as seen by a woman who can foretell the future with 100% accuracy, but (of course!) he won't die. Now, how that happens . . . beats the hell outta me! I'll just tag along for the ride and see what fantastic series of events puts the lie to her flawless oracular powers. That is one of the very cool things about writing: the complete surprises that jump out at you.
The weekend should be a pretty good one. We have tickets to a concert this weekend. We're taking my boy and my nephew. They're always a fun pair to hang around with. Two smart, genuinely intelligent, and all-around nice kids. It should be a very good time. My nephew is hanging for the weekend, so my son is dancing for joy. The pair of them are only a few months apart in age and have been tighter than most brothers since they were infants. I love the fact that my boy (who is an only child) has someone he's that close to. I hope they hold onto it as they move into high school, college, and beyond. I really think they will, they're both each other's best friend and the little nut jobs both think alike so I have faith . . .
Hey, looking for something completely fascinating to read? It's a web comic I found a few weeks back called "Something Positive" I read the first few pages and was completely hooked. It's taken a while, but I've read through the entire archive and it is a brilliant bit of story telling. Be warned: it is adult in nature, extremely offensive, and unbelievably insensitive to just about every group on the planet . . . but it also has outstanding characters with genuine emotions, needs, and feelings. You come to care for them very quickly and your heart will break a little bit with each of their traumas. It's really good stuff: I recommend highly. Second warning: I ain't kiddin': it can be realllllly offensive, so if you don't have a black sense of humor, steer clear.
I've always been a fan of comics. I grew up on X-Men, Spidey, and any other bit of Marvel I could lay hands on. Later, friends introduced me to some of the independent press stuff, like Elfquest and V for Vendetta (yup, it was a comic first!) and I loved them. I collected comics for a long time and I am a huge fan of the open forum the Web provides for people who might never have the opportunity to publish on any reasonable scale to get their artwork and ideas out there. It's one of the Web's best contributions to society (Well, that and lots of porn . . . but this is a family-friendly blog so we won't discuss that!) There is something about the combination of great artwork and a few well-placed words that can truly move your heart. Some of the most potent images in my memory are no more than a few frames of art that left me gasping for air. There is something about a wounded hero standing all alone in the shadows, forgotten by all, and nursing his own pain, that appeals to me. The moments when the hero should be lauded and isn't, or worse yet: is despised for what he's done . . . something in that concept appeals to me viscerally. It makes its way into a lot of my novels. I am a firm believer in the old saw: "No good deed goes unpunished" and I have a weak spot for folks who KNOW that, but do the right thing anyway.
That's just me.
Later!
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