Tempora Mutantur. Part III. (Final)

It began here:

https://p33d33.wordpress.com/2015/07/28/tempora-mutantur-part-i

Then it escalated here:

https://p33d33.wordpress.com/2015/07/29/tempora-mutantur-part-ii

Now it finishes here. I think the ending to this is one nobody is going to see coming, and I think it’s the most surprising ending I’ve written.

For those of you not versed in Latin (yes, there are still some people who can’t speak it), Tempora Mutantur means Times Change. Enjoy.

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The Queen’s Guard. Part I.

I really enjoy watching a very basic idea take on a life of its own. It’s the greatest pleasure I get from writing; having new ideas pop up and take the story in directions I would never have planned if I concerned myself with story arcs, scenes, and all the technical correctness required if you write for money or the hope of money.

This story kept surprising me, and I can’t count the number of times I smiled as I finished one sentence only to have a new idea emerge that made the next sentence even more fun to write. I like this story.

The motivation initially came from two sources. Addy is writing a mythical world-building story that I really enjoy, and in recent news the Queen’s Guard in England had yet another run-in with an incredibly ignorant tourist.

I took the basic ideas of both of the above, in that this story is set in an alternative reality and involves the Queen’s Guard. As it progressed, the story became something else entirely, so I let it be what it wanted to be. Readers of some of my other stuff know that I like to hurt my heroes. A lot. In this story, there are several heroes and I hurt them all catastrophically.

My apologies in advance to my friends, who are characters in this story. I belted the shit out of all of you. This one’s for you.

Gigoid: (as Ned)

http://gigoid.me

Addy: (as Aiden)

https://adamskistoryblog.wordpress.com

Warjna: (as Vanessa)

https://warjna.wordpress.com

SouldierGirl:  (as Souldier/Kirsten)

http://souldiergirl.com

Thumbup: (as Vickilin)

http://livelovelaughdotme2.com

Special Guest Appearance by Bob the Wordless: (as Guard Robert).

Enjoy.

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You Can’t Stop The Signal.

To quote a Joss Whedon line. Yep, huge Firefly and Serenity fan here. Although, as soon as I wrote the header I swear I heard Village People singing ‘Can’t stop the music’. Anyway, it’s true that you can’t stop the signal, but it’s equally true that you don’t have to tune into it.

For the last few days I’ve been toying with the idea of writing about creativity and where my ideas come from, because I have a process that often works for me. Some people get a story idea and then find the characters needed to tell it. Others develop a character and then find a story to fit around it. Others do both, and some find a specific theme they like and find a thousand ways to tell it.

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CogWorld.

Avid readers of this blog (Hi Zee! Hi Warjna! G’day Bob! Oh, and, ummm … hi Ada 😀 ) will know that I’m as prolific as I am completely belligerent toward perfect grammar, pacing, ‘voice’, and giving a fuck about writerly things in general. Those things, while important, are not as important to me as loving what I’m writing.

Well, if I can keep my finger off the ‘post’ trigger, I’m going to work on what is, I think, a steampunk novella named ‘CogWorld’. My plan is to do this as a mixed media story, largely because steampunk is so highly detailed it’s easy to get bogged in descriptions that don’t advance the story. For that reason, at appropriate junctures I’m going to throw in a picture, so you can see rather than read.

I’m not sure I’m going to post the final here. Maybe I’ll upload it as a PDF and anyone who wants it can just download it. Dunno yet. I have another blog where CogWorld will soon be under construction. If you want to see how I build the world, and perhaps stick your beak in where its not wanted but might be useful, let me know and I’ll get the gears into motion. In the meantime, expect less prolificity (I invented a new word) here. Maybe.