A Spec in Time Series

Things, stuff, real life… They all make it difficult to work on words. When you have to get a new dishwasher and have to have service on your wash machine that may also need to be replaced, it all sucks. That is what my life has been like lately. But now, it is a long holiday weekend coming up in the US, which will give me more time to write and relax. The writing has been happening. Lots of research has been happening, not to mention the formulation of different parts of this part of the story. Book #3 – Inception is coming along.

Lazlo is panting at my feet and the air is on to combat the heat, I’m good. It is nice to have the next ten months of mid-month blogs done for Patreon. Everyone there is getting to read a chapter a month from the novella: Sitting Room. That means I have even more time to write this book.

Family dinners are always filled with good food and joy. My dart game is even coming back. Darts are a great thinking tool for me. When I’m having a wording problem or just a transition to write it helps to throw sharp objects at the board. I also make sure to keep up with my Looney Tunes game and alliance. I like the balance. Even my day job has been good to me. So, I’m in good shape.

This book more than the others, makes me go deeper into Spec’s mind. It’s made me work in the first person as she tells her own story. Katlin is mesmerized, finally receiving the information that she has wished for years to know. I read Jack London’s The Jacket to deeply verse myself in first-person writing. I thought I had it but then realized it was too blog-like, too much like journal writing. Must admit however that my friends are not too sure about me spending so much time in Spec’s head. It truly is a little creepy to crack that lid.

There is also mortality to deal with in this part of the story. When not brought about by Specs hands is a different thing altogether. How does an emotionless being deal with this type of loss? Will it help soften Spec? Mac is way out of his league when it comes to dealing with this type of death. As for myself, I’m just holding on to my ass.

I don’t know what I would do without people around me that I can ask strange questions of. Alexa is afraid of me now, and Google is sending all of my searches to the FBI. In reality, I just need to get back to writing about the Kabul that rules the world, so that Spec can tell you all about her overlords. We all have them, even Spec. OH, did I mention she has a new little friend? Yeah, that’s a thing. More words heading me towards the completion of this installment of Spec’s journey lay ahead of me. Thank you for sticking around.