Monday, November 7, 2011

Of TD's and MV's

Here's the new story, if you're interested:

Comments allowed, editing (for obvious reasons) not so much!

An Aside

Lifting of the veil, curtain, what have you. (While I sit on a toilet, stealing wifi, sapping my laptop's battery.)

I thought the idea of an existential story was interesting. Unfortunately, the inner workings of someone who can't die aren't as interesting as I'd initially hoped.

There's no arc there, or there isn't one I have a hold of any more. Originally, I had an arc.

The most recent (as of this post) nanowrimo emails had a clever idea, which I am going to use to start a new story. The author suggested writing a list of 25 scenes that are "worth" about 2,000 words. So here we go.

  1. An introduction of the dragon (TD): description, it's first conscious moments, its first realization that it isn't human <-- some sort of conflict with a messy resolution. (gas station, fire breathing)
  2. An introduction of the main villain (MV): description, a day in it's lab, an explanation of its goals. 
  3. An introduction of the random element (RE): description, normal day to day existence. This day-to-day must have an interaction with . . .
  4. An introduction of an unconscious version of the villain type (UVVT). Voice/Tone must remain neutral and tied closely to RE's perspective. But colorless.
  5. RE glimpses into TD after #1. Chases for a while, runs into MV.
  6. MV captures RE; RE escapes mid-process.
  7. RE has a reverse reaction to MV's process, has to deal with UVVTs. 
  8. RE and TD meet, connect, TD disappears, leaving (blood stains, bodily fluids, claw, tooth?) behind
  9. MV and TD meet, lies are told, RE ''saves'' TD
  10. MV destroys a large chunk of (what's left of) RE's normal life
  11. RE fails to save last chunk of their normal life
  12. RE internalizes #8 
  13. RE searches for both MV and TD
  14. ^
  15. RE fails to find either, and moves to california, visiting an estranged family, who introduce him to some burners, get him a part time job.
  16. TD meets a burner, who directs it to california
  17. MV arrives days later, kills the burner and heads after TD
  18. TD travels to in california, in the process, learns to control which aspects of itself it exposes to humans, how to breathe fire, and how to . . . 
  19. RE restarts his life, has a drug trip, learns to control his output, too.
  20. RE and TD run into each other at a bar // one night stand alerting MV to their location, before they split again
  21. MV recruits UVVTs and follows the trail of lit burners
  22. TD arrives five days before the burn, begins to search for the others
  23. RE arrives three days before the burn, begins looking for TD, meets the others
  24. MV arrives two days before the burn, hunts for TD, stalks RE
  25. The burn and its aftermath

Thursday, November 3, 2011

The First and Second Times I Died on Purpose.

The fifth time I died, it was exploratory, and it was on purpose.

I had an inkling, from the third and fourth times I died, that something wasn't quite right with the way my body handled death. The first three times, those were all pretty, forgive the term, light ways to die. That is, it wasn't outside the realm of possibility that I would have lived through them. But that fourth time. That was a heavy, uncomfortable death.

So, there I was, about to die for the fifth time in my life. I was standing on the top of the white-flaked-paint, wooden announcer's booth of the local high school. It was a full moon, and, so high up, there's always a breeze. Behind the Stadium was a forest, intentionally undeveloped land, because such stuff existed, way back in the late 1990's, and around this faux verdant dwarf woods was a fence with barbed wire on the top. Ostensibly, this fence was to keep critters and hooligans away from the school children, but fences always work both ways.

Anyhow. I must have stood on the edge of that roof for a goodly few minutes before I managed to step off. I caught the fence with my spine, which snapped and spurted on the barbed wire. I was cut mostly in half. I drooped down the two sides of the fence, and lay there. It did not hurt.

I awoke feeling refreshed, and well rested. "Holy shit!" I breathed. "I gotta try that again!"

The second time, I must've fallen and spun too many times, or something else, because the next thing I remembered was agony, and a hospital bed. I managed to break both my legs, an arm, most of my ribs and my spine, but I was still breathing. Well, I breathed, still, may be a better way to put it. I was on life support, according to medical records, for seven months before my body died and I reset.

The First Time I Died (as related to me by my parents)

I was two. The sun was shining, and I stuck a fork in an electrical socket. I was not a smart baby. I jammed the fork in the socket, which was just under an open window --it was late May, and the day was warm-- and flew across the room, slammed into the cabinet holding the "good" china ware, and fumped to the ground. My hair sizzled, my mother dropped the glass she was putting into the cabinet (it shattered, but she always wore slippers) and dashed to my side. As she tells it, I lay there, smoking, hair sizzling, not breathing for a moment. Then, the smoking and sizzling stopped, and I opened my eyes and jabbed forward with the fork again. My mother cried, yelped, and hugged me to her wet apron, and my father, when he heard the news laughed and said, "Devil's luck, I tell you." My father was a math teacher at a community college. He and my mother made a good couple. As you'd imagine, they're dead now.

An Introduction

Look, I am a retard. Seriously. I am not like you, I am, painfully, different. "But," I hear you say, "You're speaking eloquently enough, you're clearly writing a memoir of sorts, which shows a certain level of awareness." To which I respond, sure, but I'm still handicapped. Here's how I'm handicapped, there's the premise. And, skipping ahead a moment, here's the gist of this, my memoir: this is an existential tale, nothing more, nothing less --nothing. Karma, though, that's a thing. Rebirth --> death --> rebirth. And on. And on. I know this, because, well --I know this. I cannot die. I'm missing that integral component. For me it goes: Rebirth --> Aberrations happen all the time, and I am one of those wonderful freaks. This is not to say, for instance, "Wah." This is to say, things are in motion now, and I don't know, for a change, how they're going to end. So, I'm putting this out there, out here. So, I'm putting this here, because I think maybe, existentially, there's a lesson in my life.