First chapter of the brain-space intrusion book, Bladesman, is done. It came in at 2685 words.
So just how does a swordsman work in the age of gun toting baddies? Very well. Okay, he nearly gets killed and is rescued by a few vans of people, but up until that point he was doing well. Until he met the magician.
First line? "The emergency call came on my cellphone as a narrowcast, fortunately I had my sword with me." Not good, but sufficient I think. It's a good place holder for now anyway. It's a little rough. And I think I need to go read some noir detective novels to get the voice right. But it's out. I think I know where the story is going. There were a few partial short story ideas that are from this world that will fit in.
Now let's see if this keeps coming out or the other books start flowing again. Joy, joy, joy. Why can't I be like other writers? Yeah, I know, that's rhetorical anyway.
2 comments:
Steve, I admit that I am probably your only regular commenter who didn't know what "narrowcast" meant when you mentioned it.
Luckily, we have wikipedia and I was able to get a bit up to speed. Thanks for helping me learn something new today!
The last part of the wikipedia entry I read talked about "captive audiences" in the UK in taxis and queues and post offices. Yikes!
Sheila, no worries. And yeah, narrowcasts can be used for evil, advertising in elevators for instance. Even working in that field, I find how deeply advertising has pervaded society a bit unsettling.
Post a Comment