He lifted the gun slowly, working to get the feel of the cybernetics in his hand and how they interacted with the metal. Taro called himself a one eye shooter, a squinter really. In his ‘good eye’ optics fed him hard data from the weapon. Weight, muzzle velocity averages, number of rounds. The weapon felt like a datapad, its entire life history scrolling real time across his retina…
I get to do this for 4 entire days. Every so often I depart from the natural world and enter into the metaphorical ‘cave’ to knead the words out of my soul. Those four days begin in the morning, and I hope to have occasion to produce a great amount in that time frame. I’ll be writing and living the writer’s life in that most Henry Miller-esque of ways. There is no June to be seen, but the words will pour out of me and into digital spaces like this one.
My last chance to write free like this was years ago. I always mean to make it a yearly thing, but circumstance always gets in the way. I’ve made room for two such occasions over the next few months and I am wildly excited to engage in both of them. See, when you are a writer, there is little else more thrilling than getting deep into a story where the words chew up the white space as fast as your fingers can slap the keys.
Doesn’t happen enough for most of us. Life doesn’t like it when we cheat on it with fantasy.