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dunmurderinThe actual writing part of the process of Chapter Zero continues! A lot of the writing is me making notes to myself, but I do have some actual narrative bits in there too and I'm pretty happy with those.
Day 4: I managed about 124 words, most of which was centered on the scene at the Joe/Autobot party and which is going to need editing. I'm pretty proud of this bit though:
Day 5: Today was the day I sketched some nice broad strokes on the other two scenes. The Combaticon scene was, naturally enough, the easiest of the two but I came up with some good ideas for motivations for the main antagonist of the story so I am pleased. I need to fine-tune those details, so no sharing any bits yet. Hopefully soon, though.
For the moment, I'm going to stop working and try to figure out what I want to take home for dinner.
Later, gators!
Day 4: I managed about 124 words, most of which was centered on the scene at the Joe/Autobot party and which is going to need editing. I'm pretty proud of this bit though:
“I’m telling you, that last battle just doesn’t make sense!” Bluestreak was saying as Hawk went past. “There’s no way a buncha fuzzy-wuzzy teddy bears should have been able to take out trained soldiers!”
“I’m with the Z-car on this,” Clutch said, leaning companionably against Bluestreak’s leg, a beer in one hand. “It’s just not believable.”
“So, what? You’re saying short guys can’t kick aft and take names?” Swerve said. “Besides, the Ewoks were on their home turf! Of course they’re gonna know the territory better’n a buncha evil-minded interlopers! C’mon, Mainframe, back me up, yeah?”
“He’s got a point,” Mainframe said, with a shrug. “Look at some of our wars here; Custer’s forces got taken out because bows are better at shooting around cover than guns are. Plus, during the Winter War, the Finns took out Soviet tanks with Molotov cocktails and logs. When you get down to it, the idea that a less technologically advanced group can’t defeat a more technologically advanced one, is egotism, pure and simple.”
“You’re only saying that because you guys are the Ewoks!” Bluestreak countered, a grin on his face.
“Damn right!” Clutch didn’t seem to see the hypocrisy in switching sides mid-debate. Pushing off Bluestreak, he raised a fist in the air and bellowed out a war cry that cut through the music and conversation going on around them. “Yub nub!”
“Yub nub!” chorused every Joe and a few of the Autobots’ human allies within earshot of Clutch.
Day 5: Today was the day I sketched some nice broad strokes on the other two scenes. The Combaticon scene was, naturally enough, the easiest of the two but I came up with some good ideas for motivations for the main antagonist of the story so I am pleased. I need to fine-tune those details, so no sharing any bits yet. Hopefully soon, though.
For the moment, I'm going to stop working and try to figure out what I want to take home for dinner.
Later, gators!
