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rebooting

in my continuing quest to call your attention to minor changes that you probably wouldn't have noticed, i decided to remove the pages where my unfinished opus [tentatively titled a definable moment in time] had been published in serial form, up until the point where life overtook me and i couldn't put the time into it that i once did and then the pages just sat there, mocking me, as a constant reminder that, hey, this is just one more unfinished project to make you feel like life is worthless and that you aren't very good at it. because that's what everyone needs.

recently, i've been thinking about that serial. i've been thinking about it because it's been mocking me with its presence here on the blog, but more particularly, i've been thinking that i really want to put some time into finishing it, if only because i put quite a lot of time into figuring out what was going to happen. i've also been thinking about it because a few months ago, i found an outline i'd done for a story which basically was a definable moment in time before it was anything. it was a singularly infuriating moment, not just because it meant that i'd done the work twice, but because elements of the original outline were much better done than in the second, which we'll call the "final" outline. i've wondered about incorporating those changes and redoing the whole thing, but in order to do that, it became obvious that i'd have to deep six what i had here, because eighty percent of the improvements [which aren't actually improvements, since they predate the written draft, meaning that i made things worse by working on them, another thing that every author desperately needs to feel].

so i decided to just take the plunge and say i'm starting over with this writing project and i'm going to make some fundamental changes. i've left one of the two pages where it used to be as a temporary placeholder, although eventually that'll go too. i've removed all posts on the blog that deal specifically with the story, although there are still some where it's mentioned [another reason to have a place holder is to give me time to go back and remove links from posts i don't want to delete in their entirety]. eventually, even that page will leave and it'll be like the first version of the story never happened. [yeah, i know, the internet doesn't work that way. but it's as close to never happening as the internet will let it be.]

i do plan on hosting the "new and improved through the use of older bits" version of the serial here, so expect to see installments appearing fairly soon. if things go really well, i may even be able to determine the identity of the mysterious beatriz coca.

there's also a good chance that i'll be posting some comments on the unique joys of fitting the parts of the story i like into the stronger framework i'd originally intended to give it while at the same time incorporating the new ideas that will doubtless be bubbling up as i work. because it's not as painful to go through these things if i inflict them on others at the same time.

if you're new here and have no idea what the hell i'm talking about... greetings. there will be a fictional story being published here starting in the near future. i hope that you enjoy it.

if you've read stuff that i've written and would like to keep track of what's happening in that regard, i know have an author page on facebook. so feel free to like that and play along.

and yes, the image of the spider web above is relevant to all of this, although exactly how it's relevant is something that you'll just have to find out. 

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