Really quick update to a Work in Progress that I really want to post

I like this one
3rd day of working on it, actually. Not bad. Having a hard time getting her to actually shovel snow. I might have to find a way to get her out of it. Her phone will probably ring. Oh, wait, it’s still on the floor in the bathroom, isn’t it?
Damnit, I can’t go back and write more. It’s too late.

Happy New Year, folks, to those who read this loverly thing.

When I’m not writing tomorrow, I’ll be cooking a sumptuous repast for me and mine ; Seared Salmon with Thai Vegetables.

Links for the interested are here, along with a copy of my WIP.

Seared Salmon with Thai Vegetables

Thai Vegetables

Aldar Rok (WIP)

Details

Your full name: Robert Adrian Arvo Rinne
Height: 5′10″
Natural hair color: Brown
Eye color: Grey/Green
Number of siblings: 2 (brothers)
Glasses/contacts?: Nope
Piercings: Ear, Left (long since closed over)

FAVOURITE

Color: Green
Band: Nickelback (if I were to have a favourite today)
Song: Pink Moon (Nick Drake)
Stuffed animal: Nope. Got a stuffed dog once for a gift, but that was a long time ago
Video game: Nope
TV show: House
Movie: Hannibal
Book: Ulysses by James Joyce
Food: Pasta
Flower: Nope
Scent: Can’t pin just one
Animal: Elephany
Comic book: Wolverine Limited Series (the original one by Frank Miller)
Cereal: Nope.
Website: www.fark.com
Cartoon: Nope

DO YOU

Play an instrument?: Nope
Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?: Nope
Like to sing?: Nope
Have a job?: Yes
Like to play sports?: Nope
Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?: Married
Have a crush on someone?: Nope
Have more than 5 TVs in your house?: Nope
Have any special talents/skills?: I can make a popping noise when I flick my pinkie finger against my ear cartilidge
Exercise daily?: Nope
Like school?: I miss it now, hated it then

CAN YOU

Sing the alphabet backwards?: Nope
Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?: Nope
Speak any other languages?: Nope
Go a day without food?: I didn’t get this way by just looking at food, mister…
Stay up for more than 24 hours?: Constantly.
Roll your tongue?: Nope
Eat a whole pizza?: Yup

HAVE YOU EVER

Cried to get out of trouble?: Yup
Seen a shooting star?: Tonnes. Every August.
Been to any other countries?: 1
Solved a rubics cube?: Nope
Gone out in public in your pajamas?: Yup
Laughed and had milk come out of your nose?: Yup
Pushed all the buttons on an elevator?: Yup. Showed my daughter how to do it and how much people like it.
Been in love?: Yup
Been close to love?: Yup
Been to a casino?: Yup
Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour?: Oh, yeah ; that and half a bag of cookies.
Made homemade muffins?: Yup
Been to Disneyland/ Disneyworld?: Nope
More than 5 times?: Nope
Been to Niagara falls?: Yup. As often as me and Mell can manage it.

WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU

Brushed your teeth: This morning
Saw a movie in theaters: 3 years. Clerks 2. Almost peed myself laughing.
Read a book: I don’t stop reading. I listen to one in the car back and forth to work and I read 1 fiction and 1 non-fiction at all times
Had a snow day: Never
Had a party: Elena’s 2nd Birthday
Had a slumber party: Last time I had friends over for a three day long AD&D campaign. 16 years ago? Does that qualify as a slumber party?
Tripped in front of someone: today
Went to the grocery store: Last Saturday to buy fixings for dinner

PICK ONE

Fruit/vegetables: Veggies
Black/white: ? Black
Lights on/lights off: On
TV/movie: Movie
Car/truck: Car
Body spray/lotion: Hunh?
Cash/check: Cash
Pillows/blankets: Blanket
Paint/charcoal: Paint
Chinese food/Mexican food: Chinese
Summer/winter: Winter
Snow/rain: Rain
Fog/misty: Fog
Rock/rap: Rock
Meat/vegetarian: Meat
Chocolate/vanilla: Chocolate
Sprinkles/icing: Icing
Cake/pie: Mmmmm…Pie. You always say pie
French toast/French fries: French Toast
Strawberries/blueberries: Why discriminate? Seriously.
Ocean/swimming pool: Neither
Cookies/muffins: Cookies
Wallet/pocket: Wallet
Window/door: Door
Pink/purple: Purple
Cat/dog: Cat
Long sleeve/short sleeve: Short
Pants/shorts: Pants
Winter break/spring break: Winter break
Spring/autumn: Spring
Clouds/clear sky: Clear Sky
Moon/mars: Moon.M-o-o-n. That’s spells moon.

I….

am: Restless
want: Wine
need: 1 more hour added to the day
crave: Cookies
hate: Waiting for the waitress to bring me my damned beer
did: it
feel: at loose ends
miss: time
am tired of: work

SILLY STUFF

What is your favourite genre of music?: Not particular
What time is it now?: 9:25PM
What day is it?: Friday
When’s the last time you called someone?: Today. I spend the whole goddamned day on the phone. You want to know how many messages were in my voicemailbox that I deleted without listening? Today? Before I went home? Fricking 9.
Are you hungry?: Nope
Whatch’a doing?: Reading, Making notes about a story I want to write. Waiting for a bottle of wine I opened to breathe a little more. Admiring the Satanic Theme of my Ubuntu OS. This damned quiz thing I copy/pasted from Ian Erb’s notes.
Do you like parades?: Never been to one that I can remember
Do you like the moon?: M-O-O-N. That spells moon./
What are you going to do when you’re done with this?:Finish my notes for my story. Finish the chapter I’m reading. Pour a glass of wine for me and Mell, Write 500 words for my shortstory about vampires. Go to bed.
If you could have any magical power what would it be?: Not magical. Superpower. I want to be Wolverine. Him, or Batman. Christian Bales’s Batman.
Have you ever had a picnic?: Yup
Are you wearing any socks right now?: Socks? Are you kidding me? In this weather?

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE

funny?: Yes
Pretty?: funny? Yes.
sarcastic?: Me? Sarcastic? Never.
hyper?: Constantly
friendly: Not hardly
smart?: Looking? no.
strong?: Smelling? Depending on what I had for dinner.
talented?: Nope.
dorky?: Yup.

WOULD YOU EVER

Sky dive?: Yes
Run away?: Yes
Not take a shower for a week?: Can’t go 12 hours without one.
Ask someone out?: Today? Nope. Before I was married? Uh, No. Mell asked me out, I think. But I asked her to marry me.
Visit a foreign country for more than a month?: Yes
Go scuba diving?: Yup.
Write a Book: WANT TO SO BADLY MORE THAN ANYTHING!!!!!
Become a Rock star?: I WANT TO BE AN AUTHOR WHO ACTS LIKE A ROCKSTAR.

LAST QUESTIONS

What shampoo do you use?: Head and Shoulders or my daughter’s shampoo ; whichever there is more of that day.
What kind of computer do you have?: Toshiba Laptop (A20), Old P4 desktop, Ancient IBM Thinkpad ; and they all rock.
What grade are you in?: Kindergarten
Do you like to throw popcorn at people in the movies?: Never done it. Going to the movies is like going to church. Don’t get in the way of someone else’s experience.
How many posters do you have in your room: Bedroom? Zero. Basement office? 3.
How many cds do you have?:Hundreds.
What time is it now?: 9:33PM

Appetites First Draft is Compleat

Around and about 7600 words.
It’s taken about 50 days to write, or about 152 words a day.
Now, I actually wrote no less than 250 words each day, except that
[a] I am easily distracted
[b] I write about other story ideas when the story I am writing about it going bad
[c] Facebook is bad
[d] I am easily distracted

At any rate, for a first draft, it ain’t bad

UPDATED!!! I finished this around midnight or so last night and Iwas kinda tired and the story didn’t post like it should have.

I’m doing this next bit in a place where I really shouldn’t be doing it ; and no, it’s not the back of a volkswagon

Appetites

I’m going to let it simmer for a week before I rewrite it. In the meanwhile I am going to try and write a vampire short story.
Yes. A vampire short story.

In the meantime, though, I am going to post the story here for the interested to read. Any and all, forward me all of your comments. Go ahead. I can take it.
Actually, I kinda need it. And I sorta thrive on the attention.

RAR

Story Idea

Carl won’t go away. I wanted him to be done, but he won’t just go. I am at 6000 words and I can see at least another 1000 more before I’m done. But I will be done with it.
There’s my vampire story that will be fun to write. I’m writing it while I am finishing Carl,
There’s another story that I had an idea for. It’s more of a literary work, I think.
The story is about causality, I think. The main character is a woman named Joyce Barnacle. Totally stealing, I know. But that’s what I came up with.
She’s going to a psychic to redeem a couple that someone gave to her the year before on her birthday. Because she has never ever let anything go to waste, much less not make the most out of something free, she feels compelled beyond reason to go to this psychic.
The gift was actually from an ex-boyfriend of hers – he broke up with her not long after giving her the coupon – and even at that, coming from an ex, she could still not throw the coupon out and let it go to waste.
She ends up having to wait for over an hour before the psychic sees her and give Joyce her free reading.
Not exactly sure of all the psychic is going to read – I think most of it will have something vaguely to do with falling downstairs and when I say vague, I mean that it is so open-ended it is subject to a variety of interpretations.
Joyce takes all of the advice with a grain of salt – laughing off a better part of it but truthfully she’s laughing for the same reason some superstitious people whistle when they walk past a graveyard.
Because she spent so much time waiting to see the psychic and because she spent so much time receiving the reading, she goes to the restaurant next door and decides to have a plate of fish and chips.
While having lunch she decides to reschedule the rest of her day. She decides to spend the day relaxing ; even toying with the idea of taking a nap in the afternoon – after taking a nice long walk around the block of her neighbourhood. She realizes she has never done this before. She always thought her neighbours were only the people that lived on either side of her.
And because she made that decision and because the fish and chips made her thirsty, she buys herself a couple of pints of beer (Guiness, maybe?) and borrows a pen from her waitress to do the crossword in a newspaper left at the side of the bar.
She enjoys the crossword and orders another pint, much to her own surprise. But she orders this last pint and asks for the bill.
She asks for the bill in order to fend off any temptation to order another beer and potentially ruin her pleasant buzz and spend the rest of her day feeling dopey and at loose ends with herself.
She doesn’t finish the last pint, as a matter of fact, and pushes herself out of her chair to get up and use the washroom. More to throw water on her face and clear her head. The classic ‘powdering the nose’, but not quite. She doesn’t want to pee in the washroom – she’s never felt comfortable peeing anywhere but home.
Because of the chain of events that began with an ex-boyfriend who she was desperately in love with, buying a novelty gift he never expected Joyce to redeem, and because he didn’t really know her well enough to know that she would be overwhelming consumed with the need to use the coupon, Joyce goes to the washroom in the basement of the restaurant and falls down the last four steps and breaks her leg. She is then rushed to the hospital to have pins put into her leg and is forced to endure months of rehabilitation to make sure that she recovers fully and does not run the risk of sufferring more debilitating damage later in life.
The whole story – the plotless story – is going to be about a girl who goes to a psychic to get direction on her life and hopefully some insight into herself, and ends up doing something that the psychic could not predict but was inevitable once the ex-boyfriend bought the coupon.
One of the references I want to make in the story is about her relationship with her ex-boyfriend, I want to somehow incorporate the french term ‘coup de foudre’. It means love at first sight, but actually, it’s a more intense turn of phrase than that. It kind of means a love that was always meant to be, a relationship that forms as a triumph of love, an overthrowing of the soul. Much, much more than just love at first sight, you see.
It’s not going to be high literature, and it is an old idea I’ve had churning about in one form or another for about a year or so now, but I think I can manage it.

And, yes, this was a complete diversion from dealing with Carl and his problems. I’m trying to get him to just get into the damned car and leave but he just won’t listen!

Still not done

Okay.

I thought about why I write this and I kind of felt a little self indulgent. I mean, I expect people to read all of this? For real?

When I write my journal entries, first in my ancient zippercase and later in one of my many black notebooks from Business Depot, and now in one of my ultra fancy doantcha know I’m a writer Moleskin notebooks, I always wrote them like someone was actually reading and caring about what I wrote. I kinda fancied someone who was related to me, my wife or my mom or even one of my brothers, would pick up one of the notebooks and be struck by one line that I wrote. But now, I’ve pressed a few simple keys and I got a fucking blog where I can do the same thing and not just my wife or my mom or my brother’s can stumble upon it.

Mind you, I run the risk of someone writing to me and saying : “For real? You’ve been doing that for this long and this is all you got? For real?”

And sadly, the answer to that would be the same as the answer I would give to my wife, my mom or my brothers.

“Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact it is.”

So, The Alligator is 5000 words and still undone. I started 500 words of the vampire story, just to get the juices flowing.

For any and all that are interested, I am posting what I’ve got done for Carl and his Alligator here and now.

Cheers, folks. And thanks, Wife, Mom, and 2 Brothers. And for the three or four other people that might read this crap.

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