The Secret Project is Secret No More

I've slowed my posts at this blog because I've been secretly secretly working on something else

Here she goes

Please give it a perusal. It seems small right now but it is tied into my big novel project, this is sort of a setup situation.

More details about the big picture will be here at defconwhiskey.

Please take note that I will be attempting to keep the fiction alive over at the Pitt site.

So any comments referring to me, Brandon or anything else breaking the kayfabe/fourth wall, will be deleted.

I, Hesitant

I'm sure anyone who has been bitten by the so called Midnight Disease knows what I'm talking about but I'll try to explain it for everyone else.

My brain is carbonated.

Bubbles are expanding and exploding all along my brain stem. Each burst is a symbol, a signal, a sign, a vision of some poor chap's future.

I've invented him and I will destroy him.

Writing is masturbation. It really is.

For the past few months and years really, I've had this idea build in my brain. Bricks of thought stacked upon one another until the sad tale of protagonist could rival Giza. I literally can not have a moment wherein I don't think about the assorted jerks who've moved into my brain and are immovable.

I had this before, several times, except for the most part it has been for shorts and flashes not for BIG projects as the one I'm currently incubating. The only other time my percolating muse has been this insistent for a novel, I started too too soon and got hung up in a desert somewhere in Southern California with no real reason to return to the city.

So I'm hesitant. I've these great characters and a whole journal of notes but I'm a might gunshy on beginning. There's always more research!

Or maybe I'm lazy.

I, Uninspired

Nothing really of note to mention today.

I've felt very lethargic lately, especially as it relates to writing. I needs to get out of my funk.

For those of you visiting from CC, my first draft of "Going Through the Motions" is up for review. Please feel free to rip it apart. Everytime I start to review it, I don't know where to cut or add. It seems to me it needs a blind rewrite but that just becomes another first draft.

I watched Stardust again with my wife last night. I would review it but there's not much to say about it that it doesn't say for itself. Simply saying I love it doesn't really mean anything. Here's my pull quote: Stardust makes you smile.

I'm itching to start the outline for Masada. The visions of the pieces are starting to distract me from real actual work. However, I also feel I haven't created enough backstory. And as I learned the hard way on The Last Happiness not having enough planning leads to an unexpected hiccup that crashes the whole thing. I'm slowly falling in love with the ideas of the piece and I don't want to shortchange them like I did Billy and Seth.

Sarah's 92 year old grandmother broke her hip for the third time last night. She's getting it replaced today. Sarah is being brave but I can tell she is concerned, probably more for her mother than g-ma.

Sarah and I have a meeting with the Rabbi tonight. I'm sure we are going to speak about "The Problem," something I haven't written about but will soon. As a self aggrandized Fiction Writer, some things happen in life that you just can't make up.

Anyshits,

Laterdayswilliemays
Brandon

Teaser://Masada

Israel Gershom Ben David is your typical boy in his early thirties. He likes football, videogames, and pulling bongloads with his best friend Eli. To the outside world everything about him is normal.

That is until he is the only survivor of a plane crash.

This event springs a compulsion for Israel to go to Pittsburgh to find a man named Sam.

The fate of the world hangs in the balance.

A question of identity is raised:

Israel Ben David just might be the Messiah
Israel Ben David just might be the Antichrist