Musician, writer, artist, gardener, Jane-of-all-trades.
Naturally, I posted the meme and then realized that since I moved *everything* to scrivener, I can’t actually access any WIP stuff from work anymore.
SO I WROTE NEW BITS.
It was there, in the low-security cafeteria with its three flavors of required-daily-nutrient muck, that he saw Shepard again for the first time in months.
The monitors around the room played the same pre-selected stations day and night; a monotonous, annoying drone, the volume as unchangeable as the channel (to prevent fights, of course). One for sports, one for news, and one, for some reason, old childrens’ cartoons.
Joker usually chose to face the cartoons. At least they were different from day to day — even if some things, like over-sized cartoon mallets, appeared to be enshrined in holy cartoon tradition.
Most days he wished for a cartoon mallet big enough to destroy all memories of the taste of required-daily-nutrient muck #3. He was just stealing himself to force another bite down his throat when the room grew quiet. He set down the spoon, glad of the excuse, and twisted to see what everyone was staring at.
For a moment he couldn’t tell what the fuss was about. A simultaneous roar from the sports program and KAPANG! from the cartoons momentarily drowned out the voice-over on the newscast, and the video just showed a court room, camera so far away that all he could make out was a blur of alliance blue uniforms.
Then the newscast switched cameras, and he saw Rhi.
There’s been a longer than usual gap between chapters of A Star to Steer Her By. I haven’t posted chapter 34 yet because it’s kicking my ass, and believe me, no one wanted to read it in it’s first (or second, or at this rate third) incarnation.
I started off with a self-imposed schedule for my own good and the good of the story, because I know I work better and more reliably to deadline. When the deadline stops serving the purpose I need to let it drop — and for this chapter, at least, it has. I’m not sure when it’ll be up, though I’d guess sometime within the next week. For now, it’s off to bed with me so I can get back to writing tomorrow.
I’ve been all sorts of angry’n’angsty lately, but when I haven’t been riding the emotional roller-coaster I’ve been busily firing the ranks of head-can(n)on.
Y’know that scene with Joker and Shepard in the Presidium Commons? It didn’t really happen that way. It happened like this…
[flashback noises]: ~~woobly~~woobly~~woobly~~