I'm barely in my seat, off doing this and that or some other thing. It's hard to form cogent thoughts in the first place, let alone write them down.
And it's definitely made for some interesting rhythms in my writing today -- well, what I've managed to accomplish.
One of the things I've noticed since I started this series is just how much my writing style can change from hour to hour and day to day. On the weekends, when I clean everything up before the final Episode goes live, it can be a bit of a trip to sit there and read through those chapters... In a way, it's sort of like a weekly recap.
In other news: I found this online yesterday and thought it was rather interesting. Possibly offering a touch of relationship and life advice for some of the less outdoor-inclined, MMO-playing young men out there.
*Please Note: What follows below is only the FIRST page of Chapter 17 and is considered to be 'Raw Footage' -- unedited, first-draft material that may be subject to change (even in its entirety). This is designed to keep you in the loop with my story as well as, hopefully, intrigue you enough to want to buy the full, finished episode at the end of the week. Warning: there will be mild spoilers and coarse language as well, so please keep that in mind as you read on.
Episode #4 (which collects the finished and polished versions of chapters 16-20) will be available on Sunday, September 5th for 99 cents CAD.
You are encouraged to offer feedback and/or interact with me as this process unfolds. I'd love to hear what you like, what you don't like and what you'd love to see more of.
"Fuck! Fuck!!" Marco dives from the shower, skidding on the filthy, tiled floor -- catching himself on the wall just moments from a nasty fall.
Jess climbs out behind him, wrapping a towel around herself, "Damn you, Frank!"
"Who the hell's Frank?" he whispers, looking around the cramped bathroom for any possible escape but finding none.
They hear the front door rattle and shake as the cop on the other side tries to pull it open.
Jess dries her hair with a towel. "He owns this shithole, owed me a big favor from back in Iraq when I -- Fucker! That bastard must've sold us out! I'm gonna beat his ass."
Marco stops, thinking out loud, "Everything's out in the open too."
Jess nods. "We're fucked if they bring us in, you know that, right? Probably gonna have to fight our way out."
"Whoa! It's one thing if criminals get hurt… but these cops, they didn't do anything wrong. Hell, I'll bet half of them aren't even getting paid." Marco says as he sneaks to the bathroom door.
"Well, at least not by the government. Marco, listen, if these assholes catch you, you're gone for life -- if they don't kill you outright and say you fought back."
He creaks the door open and peers out into the dark motel room as a shadow walks past the window, obscured by heavy, bile-yellow curtains.
Marco crosses the room, close to the floor, stooping just below the drapes. Jess stands in the doorway, sliding a clean pair of jeans up over her hips. She tosses him some clothing and he scrambles to get dressed in spite of his still-moist skin.
He points to Freya's laptop resting on the corner of the bed, Jess nods and begins to collect the items, slipping them into a plastic bag
With slow, careful movements he parts the edge of the curtain to see several police officers standing by the door, one hunched over, trying to peer into the tinted windows of Aang's sedan
"Holy shit!" He watches as a fat, balding man walks across the lot, toward the room with a set of keys in hand, "Jess, we gotta get out of here right now."