Topher Lydon
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Chapter 6 Snow. Canada, especially Ottawa, was inexorably linked to it. The cold bit at Jimmy's face, a sharp, bracing contrast to the clammy warmth of the music hall. It crunched beneath their feet, slushed around their shoes, drifting down from the night sky through the orange-tinged light from the street lamps around them. They exited the video store, the scent of plastic and old movies clinging to the air, Wil clutching his selected film in both hands, as he walked precisely half a foo
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Paradox Lost hit 76000 words today. The milestone that marks it as officially a book. 22 chapters so far, 241 TPB pages. It is getting there. I think another eight chapters for this one. Then Book 3 -- It seems I'm set to write a trilogy for this one. I never realized that historical Science Fiction would be so intriguing to write. The Watchers: Shattered Citadel.
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I am fairly sure she's high on Stoker's "List" of naughty. And while he isn't Father Christmas, I am sure he has an Idea of how to deliver her some coal... and it doesn't involve politely handing it to her.
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Perhaps he did.
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Conviction often is, especially when it's weighted by certainty
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As I've said, I like Henry. Henry is a decent man, trying to do what he believes is right. But he also has a conscience, and he's trying his best not to let a repeat of his own mistakes burn the world up.
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i'm awake, honest...
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Washington D.C. – November 24th 1953 Reed’s car, a sleek, dark 1953 Ford Customline that melted into the shadows, whisked through the streets of Washington D.C. The city at night was a breathtaking spectacle, a stark, modern marvel of light and steel. The headlights of passing cars streamed past, a constant, rhythmic blur, and the glow of neon signs and streetlights painted the wet asphalt in shifting colors. In the back seat, the air was thick with
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Jimmy did a lot of his thinking with them back then....
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Jeff and Topher need to go on more nostalgia trips, hah, you're good for the soul.
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That's the one. I'd just officially become a man, and my friend Sean, and our friend Andrew decided that they wanted to see what would happen when they get the tea-totalling me very very blitzed... I think they thought it would help with Nick. I mean it did, but that's a side story I will get into later. Nick was, different and quite wholesome for a weed dealer.
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Ahh Nirvana, when I was 13, laying on my friend Curtis's bed, head hanging off the end of it upside down as Curtis insisted that i had to listen to this band... This was before Cobain... did he thing. We were Nirvana fans before it was cool LOL... well before we were cool... well we were never cool, but we were there. I am debating if I should post Wil's album here, was talking to Doc about it, but figured I wanted the story to stand on it's own first. Maybe tomorrow.
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Wil. Jimmy met Wil on a cold February day, specifically the 27th, his birthday. Like all things associated with Jimmy that were too personal, that particular day was rough. He’d mostly spent it avoiding people and trying to get his head sorted out. Coffee with Ryan that morning always provided a good distraction. The two creative minds working through the latest plot, plan, or book idea. Jimmy could pitch ideas back and forth with Ryan without any kind of judgment. Ryan was, and still
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Stoker is about as subtle as a brick
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well if you click the banner at the top of the chapter you can tell me
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i am an unbelievable moron! I never thought of this... you know... they'd have saved them... but... oh bother. I need another cup of coffee, and you Mister Blew, are a genius and I'd kiss you were you not pixels and digital and stuff...
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As a Brit, can I just say, this wasn't our fault... I mean it was... but ... we're going to deny it.
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:: Whines :: I didn't want to do a book 3... cover art is a pain in the arse! Book 3 : The Watcher's : Shattered Citadel I have kind of seen it coming for a day or two now.
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Self, Matter and Idea are all in this book. The other two are... not yet... in book 2... well *should* be in book 2... Nature and Understanding if we follow the Bhuddist teachings, but I am not 100% sold on that yet, so you know, i reserve the right to make it, to quote Stoker: The Aggregate o' Pissin' me off, and t' Aggregate o' bein' a pain in m' Arse!
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Hugo's going to watch EVERY single one with a vacant look on his face and a dreamy expression in his eyes. And we all know Stoker's going to do his damnedest to make sure Hugo does.
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That's really interesting. And given... things at a time that we won't discuss here at this time... rather troubling.
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exactly, I was trying to follow the Bhuddist Aggregates which present knowledge as being the ideal. I *still* haven't reached the final two Aggregates yet, things in Book 2 take a long Themla and Louise style jaunt cross country and off a cliff... Stoker and my damn plots... Just... ball of chaos man, total utter... ball of chaos.
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Had to make sure that Matter had its limitation as clear as Idea has its. Self has his own as well. Primordial powers that are dangerous if not used right, or tempered.
