“Spare some change?” he bleated, “I’m a crackhead.”
There he sat, reclining against an abandoned storefront, eyes half open, disinterested. A king’s ransom of steel hoops, iron bars, and truncated clips studded his face, each issuing an individual challenge: call this guy a liar.
I laughed heartily, shaking my head at the absurdity. That kid was less than earnest, almost bored, even as he weakly shook a styrofoam cup half-full of change.
Well, I have finally begun chapter 3 of Rabbit Rue, which I’m beginning to suspect, is coming along much better than I had anticipated. Would you believe I had a dream about this whole thing, or at least a tiny fraction of how it all would end, roughly four years ago? Admittedly I started a book I’ve dubbed The Phase way back in 1999 for a girl I met on the internet, and that got all the way to 50 pages before we broke the whole thing off, since she lived in Alpha, a harrowing 90-mile drive from my residence near Cedar Rapids at the time.
Though I was starting to get ahead of schedule with Rabbit Rue, there was a minor setback as I was unable to write over the weekend. Not to say hanging out with Jen is some terrible inconvenience, but while trying to build between myself and my schedule, an appreciable buffer, I nevertheless lost ground. To compensate, I’ve redoubled my efforts to fill the hopper with at least a week’s worth of content.
Many apologies! I tried tweaking my http config file and ended up sending my new writing site to the old non-functional mockup. Doh! Anyway, the second part of chapter one should automatically publish itself around midnight tonight, so you’ll be able to read it tomorrow. I added a disclaimer so people who first hit the site will know to read from the beginning.
It’s weird how quickly the words flow when I’m in my groove.
Some or even most of you are probably wondering where I’ve been for the past two weeks. My posting frequency has been eclipsed by the ever silent Justin, and for that I apologize. Normally this would mean I have been lazy playing videogames or otherwise frittering away my time. On this particular occasion, nothing could be further from the truth. For the past week, I’ve been busily hacking away at a Django app which will serve as the launchpad for my Webfic based on the Kildosphere mythos I’ve been slowly accumulating in my addled brain.
