Internet connection is broken at home. No word from Comcast beyond “We’re working on it.” Combine that with a lack of central air conditioning and an abundance of hot, muggy air, and that equals finding another place to be.
Unfortunately, the only free wireless that’s open late has a really annoying and loud folk-musician playing and he’s getting on my nerves. Folk music should not be loud and amplified, people. Or maybe I’m just irritated at the heat, tired from lack of sleep, and angry at not being able to surf at home away from all the frigging people. I can’t think and write in this atmosphere.
Well, at least it’s nice and cool. And eventually the loud-folk-guy will leave. Right? Right?
I have a story idea… And it’s all in my head but I’m not sure where to start writing.
Here’s the thing: it’s basically a mystery. I have a plot, a conspiracy to commit tax fraud and funnel pork into three unscrupulous pairs of hands. They share a connection to each other, but are keeping the connection secret in order to indulge in a little old-fashioned corruption. It’s all about the Benjamins for them, but then they get scared, go a little too far, and someone who may or may not have been investigating them gets murdered. It’s “ripped from the headlines”, as they say.
Unknowingly, a cynical semi-innocent guy finds out about the murder, and because of his background, starts turning over rocks to see what he can find out… and eventually uncovers the whole plot and brings it to light.
That’s the short version. Right now, I’m trying to decide if I should outline the plot and the characters involved first, then start writing at the point where the hero of the story first gets involved.
Or should I outline all the characters first, on both sides (pro- and an-tagonists)?
Or should I just start outlining the whole thing, and then once it’s all down in skeleton form, pick the best place to start writing and consider the rest “background”, to be filled in in detail as I need it?
Or should I screw all the planning and just start writing scenes and then string them together later when I’ve got some narrative flow going?
Every time I sit down to start one approach, I get so far, then start over-thinking like crazy and scrap it to go back and try one of the other approaches.
Dammit. I hate being all non-decide-y.
It was way too hot.
She stood there, proudly, defiantly. It was a pose and she did it with humor and grace.
“Women don’t sweat,” she said, and tossed back her hair from her face. “We glow.” She emphasized the curves of her body with her hands, still looking into the distance, chin-up. “I’m covered… in a sheen. I’m glowing – profusely!”
Me, with awe in my voice: “You’re… Sheena Profusely!“
She broke out of her proud attitude and laughed with me.
I continued, “Sheena Profusely! Wouldn’t that be an awesome porn name?”
I’ve posted about Backspace before. I love it. Well, I loved it. They’ve re-arranged things so now it’s much less cool than it was before.
For their Third Anniversary they moved all the couches into the back, to clear space for the live bands. And then they haven’t moved the couches back.
Having all those couches in the front, by the huge picture windows, was the best. Comfy couches, surfing, iced mochas, great music (take a look at what’s playing right now), and people-watching. There was no better place in Portland to hang out.
But with the couches in the back, around the pool tables… Scratch people-watching from the list because only the really really dorky people play pool. And they get all stupid when they do it, like thinking they’re some kind of fancy pool-playin’ fool and jumping the balls off the table.
…where they bounce into the comfy couches. Or, say, into an expensive laptop. Or even someone’s noggin.
Don’t worry. It hasn’t happened yet. My new sexy laptop and noggin are both safe. But I’ve had at least one near-miss already, and that makes me sad. I don’t want to think of Backspace as less cool. I want them to stay and remain the coolest place in town.
I sent them an email outlining my concerns, even offering to chip in for more couches, and Drew (at least I think it was Drew – he signed it “-d” which [warning: geek joke ahead] is the default switch for Drew-ness) responded and validated my concerns, agreeing that people are idiots when they play pool, and saying that they’re getting more couches. So, here’s a big Yay! to Backspace for listening to their customers!
Well, after running this blog with comments for a while, I was blessed in not getting comment spam.
Tonight they finally hit me.
So I had to turn on captcha in the comments. My apologies. I didn’t want to but I only want real comments, from actual people.