1/8/2015 8:30-9:35 AM

And trying to check out the sight, my web filter blocks this site as "suspicious." For now. And... I really can't blame them... this is a suspicious site...

Anyway. Woke up this morning all tired after spending till midnightish being stupid and awake instead of sleeping, not really wanting to get out of bed, my mind half-switched off and at least brainstorming a really awesome project for me to prototype immediately after finishing this, but my body still way tired- my subconscious so awake like that, I could think super clearly, and...

"Boon!" I exclaimed, springing out of bed. Still kind of tired, but excited enough to be all, whatever. It wasn't Celtic mythology at all, it must have been Hindu! The word for a blessing/curse I was looking for, it must be "boon," from Hindu mythology! And I looked it up.

And it's not "boon."

1/7/2015 9:30-10:20 PM

Alright, I'm back from my research (which mostly consisted of getting distracted and researching Japanese art movements instead.) I did learn a couple of things.

1. I needn't have been concerned about finding out how gambits work- from what I see on TV Tropes, as long as things turn out well for you, you can just claim that you'd planned it to be that way from the inception. Because, seriously, there are like a grazillion different gambits, and I'm not exaggerating much-- seriously a grazillion gambits. Do me a favor, click on that link and try counting the number it lists yourself.
2. Takashi Murakami is God.

Also, sort of a half-thing that I learned, TV Tropes is not the greatest research tool if you're genuinely trying to be productive. I already knew that, but, it keeps rerevealing itself with a wanion. (First rule of writing a book, all you aspiring novelists: trope responsibly.)

1/7/2015 8:45-9:15 AM

Oh my gosh, you guys hear about the attack on the French satirical newsmagazine? My goodness...

I still haven't researched any gambits- I'd open up TV Tropes right now, but TV Tropes once entered is not a trap that one gets out of anytime soon. It's true. Says so in the Bible. (Because if it's true, it must be in the Bible somewhere.)

I really should get on that, though. I'm afraid even to open it up in a separate tab and try to ignore it...

The purpose of the writing time is to go at it, chug along, just write what you know and fill in all that pesky research later. There may be a lot that I need to look up, but I do have plenty of things that I already know about. How compelling a story I can make out of those things... Well, I'm here for an hour, and I'm here to write- may as well write down a list of things I need to do research on; I'd say that counts for my time quite nicely.

1/6/2015 9:03-10:10 PM

In the tradition of getting up a post super late on what is ostensibly a morning daily weblog... (we're not even a week into it; it's alright)... Maybe I'll be in at 9:30 tomorrow morning. Maybe. For now, well, be glad I'm doing it at all, and your full hour's worth to boot. Hey, writing:

[Suddenly, danger! some dude who wants Michael dead I guess!] Michael groaned. He does that, and it's surprising; you'd figure he'd have gotten over things going very very wrong a long time ago. But you never get used to the idea of people wanting you dead. If you do, you're either insane or idiotic [find cleverer way of phrasing that!]

The man [man?] charged at Michael, his gun drawn in his left hand. Michael went for a roundhouse with his right leg, which went wide [the man ducked and the leg swooshed over his head] and fell down right on the man's gun arm. Oh well. Michael went with it, wrapping his leg around the arm and kicking. The man continued firing the gun, which was by now pressed parallel against Michael's hip. Michael felt very hot powder burns [I'm assuming that's what would happen if you did that in real life, but I'm not about to test it.]

Michael continued trying to kick with his right foot, balancing on his left leg and sparring against the man's free right arm. The three legs of the men formed a very sturdy tripod against the ground, so balancing wasn't all that difficult. Blocking the incoming jabs, however, even with both arms free... [one arm free- other arm used to reach for man's gun hand.] Suddenly--

12/30/2014 7:23-7:56 AM (exploratory introductions.)

Both of these introductions to Michael started out fairly earnest as just those- introductions, getting-to-know-yous at the beginning of the book. Started one introduction to Michael, the morning of the first day I'd come up with the concept, to go at the beginning of the book (and also just to get writing at it- a decision that led to the formation of the very blog you're reading, of course.) Started that intro (restarted it because the power blinked out on me and I hadn't saved,) and then-- I realized it was a cool enough concept, a cool enough scene, to warrant expansion on its own.

The introduction I'd started then set aside to go into the start of the second (or whatever) book as the intro there, I started up on a second introduction, which would be his first introduction. But realized, sigh, there's a cool enough plot there to to go into its own book...

Here they are, anyway, the two bits I'd started:

1/5/2015 9:55-10:40 PM

Not the greatest so far at going from 8:30-9:30 AM for one hour straight, am I? A lot of it is self-propagating; I'm up all night getting a post done for an hour because I had slept in in the morning, which was caused by staying up all night the previous night to get my post done, because I had slept in in the morning... And this morning, of course, I actually did get it done in the morning, or at least fifteen minutes of post (which was more 9:32 to 9:47...) so I've got a 45-minute piece of writing here to accumulate in an hour total today. Hopefully I'll be able to get to bed at a reasonable hour tonight...

A couple of promises I made earlier: that I had even more for you post-wise in things I've already written (which, you know, shouldn't be too tall an order,) and that I'd consider on exactly how an escape scenario would go down. I'll prep the other posts after I get this one up, but for now, I'll have to do some serious brainstorming about the other thing. (You can watch along if you want to!)

1/5/2015 9:30-9:45 AM

Now the post names are kind of non-indicative; I'm not sure if I like that... probably going to start adding subtitles to them, but this'll do for now...

Alright. I've got a great post lined up for you today; I'm sure of it-- even though I'm only at the beginning here; still have 55 minutes to go. And, ah, what the heck, I've got more posts for you than this one-- there are two or three I've got but haven't posted up for one reason or another, but all of those reasons kind of stupid and easy to work around...

Day 5, part 3

I realized that the first post of today was called Day 3 part 1, and I'm now like, no wait, that should be Day 4. And so I'm overcompensating in the other direction with this post's name.

Starting tomorrow I'm incorporating the date and time of the writing into the posts' names as I'd originally intended, so, for example, this post would be called "1/4/15 10:00-10:30 PM." But anyway.

I thought I'd take some time to clarify the obscure before we continue on with our little escapade...

Day 3, part 1

Well, I'm clocked in now... It's interesting; I find it a lot easier to continue writing about the thing rather than writing the thing itself... It's impossible to screw up talking about something, I think is the reason, if you know what you're talking about at least-- can't say that about the other thing, and even if the penalty of failure is nonexistent, we still fear it. But I'm clocked in, and have to write about something for an hour. Don't think I'm quite into any character's head as much as I should be...

Smith is the name of Michael's boss, maybe even the head of the agency itself. (I'm thinking it's called Tetragrammaton- I really like this name, not only the idea of an alphabet soup agency name but the idea that the true name is unspeakable, not unlike the concept behind many an Eldritch horror.) Smith is some kind of eldritch horror himself- if you saw his face you'd basically go so mad you'd be erased from existence. His true name as well is of course unspeakable, and would inspire the same madness. I have always had the idea for how their first meeting would go down, and so, well, that's what I'll do.