Episode 52 rereads a little like a one-room drama, where there’s a lot of stuff going on outside, but what really matters is what happens in that quiet space.
Reader hint: there is a sentence in this episode in the present tense. There have been a few others in past episodes — the first is in episode 1. Writing the story in first person has its limitations, but those little time bombs make up for a lot.
This episode doesn’t stand strongly on its own; it needs the follow. My work crush will crescendo in the next few days, then I will be all about the Knives.
Another thing about this episode is that it flies against many of the resolutions I have made about embracing serial fiction. Funny thing is, I feel good about that. I slipped back into my “just write” mindset. Unfortunately, most new readers don’t get past the early episodes where I also had that approach — some of the early episodes have voice but are in now way gripping. “I liked it but I I had other things” is the feedback I get. I failed to grip, so I can’t imagine the “fukit Imma writin” ethos now will win me commercial acclaim.
But you know what? Fuckit, Imma writin.
Behind the scenes, I have been working at my geek job an awful lot for the past few months. Shortly, for a while at least, that will change. The biggest single event of my entire geek career will occur a few days from now, and after the inevitable oh-shit-that-broke-how-did-that-break-you-said-it-was-all-cool period, I will be coming up for air.
On my to-do list:
- Knives — roll the story along, but don’t force my way to the big bloody battle already written. Let the story get there.
- A short story I haven’t even imagined yet, for Piker Press.
- Own #selfportraitsunday
Thanks, as always, to my faithful patrons. Y’all are the best!
Enjoy Episode 52!