Hello and good morning, everyone (or at least, everyone who’s reading this). It’s Thursday, the 19th day of January, which means it’s also the 19th day of 2023 by our standard dating system. And I suppose you could say it’s the 384th day of 2022, if you were being rather unorthodox…though that might lead one to ask what day it is of 2021, and of 2020, and so on.
That way madness lies. I ought to know.
Yesterday, I published the draft of The Dark Fairy and the Desperado as far as I’ve written it‒about 100 pages worth on MS Word, single spaced, in Calibri 11-point. I included quite a few “illustrations”, which is another way to say that I posted quite a few of the drawings* I did way back when I was first thinking of the story. As you may be able to tell, I had planned a lot of the things that have happened so far in the story even 10 or 15 years ago.
There were a few drawings of the meeting of the Desperado and the wizard that I haven’t been able to locate‒some of them are probably on my old MySpace page. Yes, it’s out there still, MySpace, but it’s sure as hell not what it used to be. More’s the pity. I liked MySpace in its original form. It was much more wholesome than Facebook or Twitter, and for my money (so to speak) mostly more interesting.
As an aside, the same idiotic, loud and screamy woman I mentioned the other day is having another piercing, shouted conversation on the other side of the road again this morning‒or who knows, I guess it could still be the same conversation. Maybe she really is mentally ill. Why else would someone have prolonged, shouted discussions at 5:22 in the morning more than once in a single week, even if they are talking on the phone and there’s some real person on the other end? Surely any grasp of decorum at all‒indeed, even the slightest functioning of the mediating aspect of the frontal lobes‒would make a person refrain from such displays.
Oh, well, anyway, back to DFandD.
I reread much of what I have written so far in the process of posting it and especially of inserting the pictures. There is much editing that could be done, of course, but then again, it really is a first draft. Still, I thought it was reasonably good. Certainly, it’s a more light-hearted story than Outlaw’s Mind, but then again, it’s not a horror story. Even though the two main‒indeed, title‒characters are a supremely deadly gunfighter and a fairy who hates humans and likes hurling magical fire at them, and it begins with the Desperado nearly dying of thirst in the desert, it’s actually comparatively upbeat, at least for my writing.
I’m not the greatest self-salesman, am I? I have a difficult time saying positive things about anything that I’ve done or made, even when I actually am trying to promote them. I have a very hard time talking myself up, even to myself. I’m not my own biggest fan.
In any case, yesterday I effectively took the day off from writing, since I posted that draft. I had a brief return to my prior commute for the day, which was a little easier, but it also left me feeling a bit stiff. Today, I’m back to the bus, as you may have (correctly) inferred from my mention of the screaming woman, just a bit ago.
I do like the extra walking that I get from taking the bus to the train, and then back again at the end of the day. It’s a bit more pleasant today than it was most of the last week, because the temperature is in the sixties. Also, of course, my commute is relatively environmentally friendly, since I’m using mass transit (though, she below).
All that is surely fairly uninteresting to all of you all. It wouldn’t be interesting to me if it weren’t happening to me, honestly, and even that barely brings it into the level of being worthy of my own notice. I would love to be able to sleep through it all, though I don’t know what type of blog I might write if I did it in my sleep. Who knows? Maybe it would be better than it otherwise is.
Anyway, back to the main point. I would be interested in what anyone thinks who reads The Dark Fairy and the Desperado, especially as compared to Outlaw’s Mind (or any of my published stuff, too, I guess). So please, feel free to share your reactions in the comments below, or on the actual posting of the story.
And, still, if anyone out there knows how to check the results of WordPress polls from the inside, I’d love to know without having to go to the trouble of trying to contact the “happiness engineers” at WordPress**. Though, in all likelihood, there have been no more than 4 people responding since I posted the poll in the first place, and one of those people was I.
I voted for me to stop writing, for Cat’s sake.
[Note: I apologize for the relative lateness of this post. The train I rode this morning had a mechanical failure, in that the engine died, and we had to wait for a (delayed) subsequent train, which was very overcrowded, and I arrived at my stop about an hour later than I would have otherwise. This is the third time this week that the Tri Rail system has had delays or cancellations of trains I’ve taken. If any of you know any of the responsible people behind this, please give them a stern talking-to. Thank you.]
*Some were just in pencil, some in plain ink, and some colored either using colored pencils or watercolor paint/ink or even using Photoshop.
**Honestly, can you think of a more nauseatingly pseudo-positive euphemism for customer service? Jeez, Louise!
‘Happiness Engineers’ sounds like some dystopian culture guardians akin to the thought police.
I have called the police non-emergency number more than once to report ranting, screaming women.
She was just in and around a major intersection, so it wasn’t that she was truly disturbing the peace, I guess. I just don’t get why she would get so worked up and be willing to make such a spectacle of herself.
The women I called on were either drunk, high, deranged or a horrifying combination of two or more. None of them were taken in however, tho an ambulance was called for one of them.