Mourning - Part 3 of Fate Adjuster

Part three of Fate Adjuster is below the break.  It's a bit short, but it's the full section.  I'm adding the sections around the same time as I post them to additional pages on the side bar.  Take a look there if you want to see it all in one place.


NaNoWriMo is off to a good start on my end.  I hope it's going well for everyone else as well.  Over target by a fair amount for 2 of 3 days.  2k a day is the mantra, but I'm shooting for 2.5k a day.  Sometimes I question my sanity.  Part 4 of Fate Adjuster up next week.

The Rabbit Hole - Part 2 of Fate Adjuster

Right, so part 2 on this short story thing.  I've decided to not try to sell this yet, so instead I'm just going to post it so that people can still read it.  Again, I haven't done much revision yet, so hopefully my quick grammar/spell check will have been enough.  I'm going to start posting these by working section titles.  I'll come back next week with Part 3.  Read on after the break for the section.

The Deal - Part 1 of Fate Adjuster.

I'm currently writing a short story and wanted to let people know about it.  It's mostly so that I can sort out just exactly the character that will be central to my NaNoWriMo book for next month.  So here it is, unedited and completely raw.  Find it after the break.


-Edit-  I've decided to post the rest part by part.  I'll make an index et cetera once it's completed.

Green-thinking masked bandits

So I have raccoon that are frequenting the tree outside my bathroom window.  It had previously been only a single one with a long slender noise, beady eyes and a desire to massacre the local bug population.  I don't blame it at all.  Or, her rather.  For she seems to have given birth this last spring and has a little one still tagging along.  Two nights ago there were supposedly two little tag-alongs, but I didn't see them.  For certain there is one that mom is still dragging around with her.

I probably would have missed them entirely had they not made a ruckus and roused the local canine population (my dogs), who proceeded to bark back at the screeching.  Anyway, mom and kid (kit?) hung out and climbed the tree for a while before running off to wherever they make their bed.  I'm just happy they don't use our yard for their latrine.  I've not smelled it, but by all accounts it can be rather obnoxious to the olfactory sense.  I think I'll keep to watching through the window for the time being.  I suppose for some people this isn't really that odd of a story.  Having local wildlife running through their yard and making a tiff.  I'm much more used to the local coed population making noise pollution in the early hours of the morning after the bars close though.  For I live in the city, and not anywhere near the country regions.

It made me think though about adaptation.  The natural habitat for raccoon is not exactly the backyards in the middle of a city.  Maybe if a city contains a very large park they could find some solace there, but I'm not used to sharing the concrete jungle (aside from suburbanites that like to create traffic 'situations').  At least not sharing it with other species (see previous parenthetical).

Indeed I've been thinking quite a bit lately on how we use the space we have.  Most of us don't share it very well.  Sure, may have little gardens in the backyard, but even just on a cursory look through my neighborhood on walks with the dogs there are very few gardens in backyards that we can see when walking down the alleys.  It may be poor statistical methodology, but I would imagine we as a society don't do much more gardening than mowing the lawn.

Photo By: Robert Goodwin

This is saddening.  I know with a clock-time society and the increasing disparity in wage structures that many people just don't have the time to commit to gardening, even at a base level.  But just think about how many vegetables could be grown, how much we could offset our own carbon emissions by just growing squash in a patch in the yard.  Or maybe something that takes up less space.  How about a 16 square foot potato garden (just a 4x4 square).  Over the summer you can build it vertically and have enough potatoes to make a lot of potato salad.  Or maybe some cucumbers and then make pickles.  Or some self-contained watering tomato plants.  I mean really, there is a lot of innovation of the square foot gardening variety and even a cursory search can give you days and days of reading material.

It's something I would like to try, and hopefully I can convince the association that the sunny part of the backyard could use a good dig up and garden transition.  Not for this year, but perhaps for next.  Until then I have to figure out what to put in the planters on my porch.  I wonder if 2 months is long enough to grow anything with shortening days of sun.  Probably not, but I'm not done searching yet and let's hope the squirrels keep out of the pots if I do.  The masked bandits I might consider sharing with yet.

Disconnectedness

Space.  I'm not particularly always pleased with the location in space I find myself.  It's far too hot for my liking, way too much humidity, and not nearly enough good snow in the winter.  It's on these occasions I find it more palatable to remove my consciousness from this spatial location and imagine the pleasant immediate surroundings to be located spatially elsewhere.

It's not that everything in my immediate vicinity causes an angst-ridden existence, but there is certainly enough to cause daily discomfort and dissatisfaction.  The suburban feel of the urban is enough to drive me mental on most days.  And if I were to try walking more than a couple blocks in any but a handful of very specific directions I would find myself surrounded by the idealization of the American dream.  Or at least the one from the 1950s.

For those who know me well, you by now surely know that I don't particularly buy into that dream.  There is no white picket fence for which to house the small nuclear family with 2.1 replacement fertility children and a lovable guard/family dog to play inside that fenced in yard.  This isn't me saying that the dream itself is ridiculous, realistically without it we would be decreasing in population and that isn't particularly a good direction to move.

What I am saying is that I can't stand it.  There's far too much compromise in the faces that I see.  Far too much sadness and dissatisfaction with the world.  Or maybe it's the face of an absent mind.  The question for me is, can happiness actually be obtained in the world of compromised ideas?  In a world where the media directs us to what to think and believe?  If so, why do we make believe so very much?  There seems to be a very basic logic problem.  Either I can believe that zombies are real and were invading my neighborhood the other night, or I can suspend my sense and state of being and participate in the illusion that zombies are real and are walking the street.

This question seems to boil down to a very specific point for me.  Can we suspend our 'self' from our 'Self' often and long enough to navigate the world around us?  The lowercase 'self' in this case is being used to define the person that we show to the world around us.  The thoughts, ideas, feelings, and opinions that we choose to share with the social world around us.  The uppercase 'Self' is the person that we truly are when we introspectively understand our thoughts, ideas, feelings, and opinions.  It's not the person that we share, but it's who we really are.

If we suspend the two from each other and create a large enough disconnect between them, are we just lying to ourselves or to each other?  In the same way, who am I lying to when I imagine the space around me to be located elsewhere?  Myself or everyone else?

Hallway Photo:  jeffk  Zombie Photo: Lousiville Zombie Walk