The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

Everyone loves a good swing party. That dance will never die.
My lengthy Barstow series closed with the funeral of a main character's family member who was never anything more than an off-screen mention, but his extended illness was the reason she was there to begin with. I left the story finale somewhat ambiguous, I didn't do a big "THE END" or anything like that.

My current thinking is Animal House ended with an epilogue of vignettes of the main character's futures, such as Bluto becoming a Senator. There are roughly two dozen characters worth mentioning this way if I were to try a similar device. What I have in the mill at the moment is a 5-years-into-the-future epilogue comprising another whole story, ending in a huge swinger party at the new mansion incorporating several characters from much earlier chapters. It's 17,000 words at this point and likely to be 20K if I keep going to a resolution.

Thoughts?
 
I slipped on the ice seven years ago getting the mail. Hit my head. I could not read for six months. Could not walk any distance without getting nauseous for over a year

I recall you mentioning that. Holy cow. Ice on hard surfaces is just not something you mess with.

I have ice melt and sand on standby. One forecast says some risk of snow here this weekend, another says it's going to miss us. What I do know is there will be ice sometime this season.
 
I recall you mentioning that. Holy cow. Ice on hard surfaces is just not something you mess with.

I have ice melt and sand on standby. One forecast says some risk of snow here this weekend, another says it's going to miss us. What I do know is there will be ice sometime this season.
We get a thick river of ice at the end of driveway every winter. I had stepped onto that to get over it and was slipping so I quickly stepped onto what I thought was wet pavement on the road. It was black ice. I did a full Charlie Brown nothing touching the ground for what felt like an eternity, then my shoulder blade hit followed by head snapping backwards onto the road. I don't recommend the experience, although it did become the initial scenario (slightly modified) for my first novel Blunt Force Drama. Although, sad to say, I did not gain psychic powers from the experience, unlike Matthew, not did I use it to woo my the love of my life; I was fortunate to have already married her decades earlier.
 
My current thinking is Animal House ended with an epilogue of vignettes of the main character's futures, such as Bluto becoming a Senator.
So did Cooley High and a few others, maybe Police Academy?


I did that. A paragraph or less for each significant character.
It's 17,000 words at this point and likely to be 20K if I keep going to a resolution.

Thoughts?
That's a new chapter of a new story that might be a sequel, not an Epilogue.
 
We get a thick river of ice at the end of driveway every winter. I had stepped onto that to get over it and was slipping so I quickly stepped onto what I thought was wet pavement on the road. It was black ice. I did a full Charlie Brown nothing touching the ground for what felt like an eternity, then my shoulder blade hit followed by head snapping backwards onto the road. I don't recommend the experience, although it did become the initial scenario (slightly modified) for my first novel Blunt Force Drama. Although, sad to say, I did not gain psychic powers from the experience, unlike Matthew, not did I use it to woo my the love of my life; I was fortunate to have already married her decades earlier.
I went ice skating once. Thought I was doing okay until the front edges dug in ( my stupid ) and I came down so hard on my knees the pain was an out of body experience . Hate the stuff. Never again
 
I spent most of today trying to imagine a New York City nightclub designed and run by a magical fox who can turn into a beautiful woman. That's my life right now, and I've got no complaints. I very strongly toyed with naming the magical creature Sexxi Foxx, but since I'm placing the story in NYC everyone would assume that was a raunchy drag performer's stage name.

Also if anyone is planning a career as a raunchy drag performer, I'm willing to license the name cheap.
 
Got an Alberta clipper coming through this morning and we may get an inch of snow. The winter storm hitting the south is going to be one to remember. They're expecting nearly 9" of snow in Pensacola this weekend (the current record is 2.3" for a storm) ...

I just made a run to Costco to stock up for the storm. I've got hot coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are plenty of snacks on the counter and the plot bunnies are hopping around looking for carrots ...

I'll be over in the corner trying to put some words to paper as I try to get my mind focused on my story. I've got a few distractions going on ....
 
Dad will be flying back tonight, and I'll be picking him up at WRI-Airport when he gets back. He'll spend the night here and dive home in the morning. The Funeral is at 2:00 pm in Prescott. The flight back is late, he won't be arriving until, well late, late tonight or the wee hours. Aparently he had a fall last night and hit his head, so on top of everything else, he has a mild concussion. This sort of thing worries me about Pops. As far as I know this is an isolated event, but who knows? He certainly doesn't tell us every time he has issues with his health. We worry that he doesn't even tell Mum.

I've got a French Press full of Irish coffee, and would put in a shot of Jamison for anyone who is so inclined.
 
The winter storm hitting the south is going to be one to remember.

No kidding. I saw the predicted storm track. I lived in Atlanta for 10 years and experienced one ice storm. Huge mess then, shut the city down for a week. Serious snow, as it appears for this weekend? They are absolutely, positively, completely, totally unprepared and unequipped to handle it. I feel for them.
 
No kidding. I saw the predicted storm track. I lived in Atlanta for 10 years and experienced one ice storm. Huge mess then, shut the city down for a week. Serious snow, as it appears for this weekend? They are absolutely, positively, completely, totally unprepared and unequipped to handle it. I feel for them.
I was in England one year when they got two inches of snow.

It was debated in Parliament.
 
Got an Alberta clipper coming through this morning and we may get an inch of snow. The winter storm hitting the south is going to be one to remember. They're expecting nearly 9" of snow in Pensacola this weekend (the current record is 2.3" for a storm) ...

I just made a run to Costco to stock up for the storm. I've got hot coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are plenty of snacks on the counter and the plot bunnies are hopping around looking for carrots ...

I'll be over in the corner trying to put some words to paper as I try to get my mind focused on my story. I've got a few distractions going on ....
I have a bag of carrots I'm not supposed to eat because I was told not to eat raw veggies. But no room for plot bunnies
 
Dad will be flying back tonight, and I'll be picking him up at WRI-Airport when he gets back. He'll spend the night here and dive home in the morning. The Funeral is at 2:00 pm in Prescott. The flight back is late, he won't be arriving until, well late, late tonight or the wee hours. Aparently he had a fall last night and hit his head, so on top of everything else, he has a mild concussion. This sort of thing worries me about Pops. As far as I know this is an isolated event, but who knows? He certainly doesn't tell us every time he has issues with his health. We worry that he doesn't even tell Mum.

I've got a French Press full of Irish coffee, and would put in a shot of Jamison for anyone who is so inclined.
Not to make you nervous but my understanding is you shouldn't be flying with a concussion because of the pressure. Hopefully he'll be okay.
 
Got the bed for the garlic dug out and put quite a big of frozen soil in the sun to thaw. I returned enough soil to fill the bed about half way, then layered in some of our native sandy soil and raked it out.

I'll return the rest of the soil tomorrow, and I might even top it up with ~12 cubic feet of purchased soil. The weather service scheduled us for a snow storm Friday and Saturday, so I'm trying to get things to where I can cover the bed with a tarp so it won't freeze again before I can plant the garlic.

I complained to my wife that my jeans were falling down. I was thinking it was because I lost weight. She thought it was because of the weight of all the dirt on the jeans and on the sweatshirt I was wearing. Makes me feel like a kid again.
 
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