A progress bar moved!

Started walking/jogging again today. Made it 1.86 miles in 30 minutes.

Yesterday I wrote two sentences for the ‘compassion’ story for Winston Crutchfield’s benefit book for Compassion 365. Last night I decided I had the wrong viewpoint character and changed him to a her and wrote the rest of the opening scene, or most of it at least. It is a horror story, and I am working compassion into it, just hopefully inĀ  a way that people wont expect.

I’m in the process of editing a story I finished that was for a winner of last year’s Podcasting For Water winner (who won a story by me about them, or his son in this case.) I had planned on about 1000 words, and it’s over 2k at the moment. I don’t expect it getting any shorter, since I think I need to add to the story to make it any good. I’m fine with the plot, but the main character needs developed so the conflict is dangerous and personal to the viewpoint character. I set up a situation that hinders the main character, but not very well, so when I tried to tap into it at the end, it made some sense, but I couldn’t put the emotion I wanted into it, plus the fix at the end felt anti-climactic to me.

I don’t know if I’ll catch up on the 12 stories finished this year, but I know I can catch up on the miles ran. Getting my time organized and using Remember the Milk and Google Calendar and putting those on my desktop with SMS reminders is really helping my get things done (as opposed to forgetting to do them.) Like the Mad Poet says, 2010 is not the year to step back, it’s the year to step up. I think I’m making that happen.

(Thanks to my Star Wars Game Master Jason for the tip of Remember the Milk)

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A Shrouded Country Road – Part 3

Marcus turned and fled. He dodged a torrent of pulse laser blasts. Dirt showered everywhere. A boulder exploded near him and red filled his vision. More zombies rose and Marcus slowed as they grasped at his. Guts flew around him as zombies were massacred by the hail of beams and rockets. An increasing number of explosions tossed him clear of the zombies. He headed towards a knee-high fence and tried to jump it several times unsuccessfully. A rocket hit him exploding him into giblets.

Marcus shoved the keyboard away, shouting at the screen.

“Stupid game! Let me jump the fence!”

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A Shrouded Country Road – Part 2

Marcus fumbled with the passenger handle and fell out despite zombies grabbing at his legs. He ran into the fields. A flash of light lit the sky and a second later the night boomed. He thought it thunder, but a glance behind proved him wrong. Plumes of smoke rose from his smoldering car. Half of a bumper landed beside him as his speed slowed. A few zombies shambled to their feet near the wreckage. Traces of light punched through them and they fell into several bleeding chunks. Metal glinted in moonlight as a towering destroyer bot emerged from the mist.

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