In this chapter Dark is set to face off against his friend Mean in the last semi-final match of the “Two Lives to Play” tournament. As I stated before, something bizarre happened as I wrote the first draft on this scene.
You see, in my head I had it all planned: Just before the match Mean would find out that Gamemaster Kello had seen Dark’s face. It would be a tournament rule; to prove his armor wasn’t remote controlled or something. This would make Mean FURIOUS that Dark revealed his identity a stranger, since he’s refused to show his face to his friends–and even to her.
And I thought that would be an awesome conflict. Dark would step in the ring, clueless, and then Mean would just be standing there, silently RAGING. Then boom! The match would start and Mean would just knock Dark to the ground. She’d tear the ring apart with her magical fury, pinning him down with the rubble. Ooooh-it was going to be dramatic! She’d be crushing him and he’d be saying other dramatic things to get her to stop. What an amazing spectacle it would be!
But the unthinkable occurred: What I wanted to happen didn’t happen! Instead, I wrote a friendly match full of sportsmanship and fun. It’s as if the characters themselves subverted my will; acting on their own to shape the story. A hateful battle would go against the friendship I had built, so it just didn’t take place.
I think that forcing a confrontation wouldn’t have worked for the plot anyway. So thanks, imaginary characters! I’ll let you off easy–this time.
Hm, I do believe I’m half way through this book! Time sure flies when you’re moving sentences into different paragraphs and then writing detailed blog entries about how you moved that sentence into that paragraph.
I’ll be throwing a party for myself to celebrate, of course. Just come to the Jack-in-the-Box restaurant on Jungerman Road at 2 P.M. I have reserved their finest booth for all three of my fans, including a spot for Jack himself of course. Continue reading →
Well shoot. Besides reworking the end with Zenny I only had minor adjustments to this chapter. And yeah–I decided to cut her in-person appearance out for now. Matt begged me not to, but I know that sacrifices must be made. Don’t worry, man; if we ever get stranded in the tundra somewhere, you can count on me to decide who gets cannibalized first.
And besides, this omission will no doubt make the next chapter that much more hilarious. You’ll see! Continue reading →
In this chapter Parlay got serious. And you know what the most serious instrument is? A bell! Time for dinner! Someone’s at the door! You need to revert to your hidden persona and use your magical conduit to blast someone! Yeah! That’s what bells mean. Continue reading →
I forgot almost everything that occurred in this chapter. Well, not the plot; I remembered the events. The dialog is what slipped my mind. And it wasn’t even bad dialog! I think it’s great! So what happened? Sure, I usually forget details in other books and shows–but I was the one that created this, so shouldn’t I remember it all?
Hm. I suppose that could be good in a way. I was worried that I would be bored reading my own books since I assumed I would never be surprised by anything. But guess what? I was! Read the notes at the end if you want; I wrote them in real time as I re-read the first draft.
Except the comment about the guns. That amazing joke took me a day to think up. Continue reading →
A rousing holiday! A death in the family. Cousins, long-lost! Does any of that happen in this chapter? Of course it doesn’t. This stuff happened to me last week.
The death was my grandpa, Albert Smith. I won’t talk about it much here, but there’s something that I notice people thinking at funerals: “I wish I had more time to spend with him before he died.” I think it’s a natural thought. I don’t think it’s thought to dwell on, however. After all, when you love someone do you ever really stop to say “I’ve spent enough time with this person! They can die now.”
I know I don’t think that. Even if you sit down with the soon-to-be deceased and discussed everything on your mind you’d still be craving more when they’re gone. Now, does this have anything to do with my chapter, here? Hm, maybe it does. Then again, it could just be about two women smacking each other around and sitting in chairs. Continue reading →