I've Moved...

Well, at long last, I've abandoned Blogger. I never kept up on posting here, because, to be brutally honest, the interface is far from intuitive. To be even more brutal, the site and the app and everything about it all looks and feels like they just haven't bothered updating it since 2005. To be fair, it's Google, and they very likely haven't actually updated it for that long. Google probably forgot they even had a blogging site, and anyone who had ever worked on it all is long gone to some other tech company.

So I have migrated finally, taken the giant leap that really wasn't so giant, and packed up my things to start anew at Wordpress.

I will be posting my creative outbursts, poetry, story ideas and progress, and the like over there... Bit by bit, the poetry from this site will be re-posted over there as well, sort of a Legacy Beefings, if you will. Or don't. It doesn't matter.

What does matter, however, is that anyone who actually bothers to follow me here go, GO NOW, and follow me at my new home instead! The domain theunabeefer.com has already transfered, so you should as well!

DO IT!!! DO IT NOW!!!

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TIMECLOCK: The Case Files of Richard Flint

A HISTORY OF A TIMECLOCK

TIMECLOCK: The Case Files of Richard Flint started in my mind as a pen and paper role playing game; a whole universe of doorways and ideas for my friends to play. It was pure fantasy science-fiction, and no main characters.

From there, it evolved into a Doctor Who style adventure story concept, under the working title A Vague Study In M-Theory. I constructed characters to follow, creating some form of a bootstrap paradox, and involved some dimensional void "from which there was no return."

I filled notebooks with mathematical equations, explanations of each dimension into the double digits, and their correlations with colors and various principles of physics.

I wrote down fragments of dialogue, little plot devices, and portions of scenes, with no sense of how they would fit into the bigger picture.

After a half a decade or so, I took a picture of an old broken punch time clock frame in the basement level of my work, and the words written above it gave me a new name. Apparently, at some point in my notes, I contemplated abandoning any actual time clock being involved in the story whatsoever; an idea that stuck with me until recently.

The whole thing got tucked away into a storage bin, allowing me to focus on writing a dozen or so episodes of an audio play, hopefully to be made someday. A few years later, I began work on a second audio play concept, in the form of a noir detective story about an man who wasn't a detective. I dug out my old story ideas simply to pilfer the title and lead character name, and began to write. The play evolved into being a book, and then fell on the back-burner due to a brain injury.

When I felt I could pull up creativity, language comprehension, and the will to write again, I picked the pen back up again, so-to-speak, and carried on from where I left off... which for the record, was hardly even a chapter in.

Eventually, I stumbled back onto my old notebooks of ideas and concepts, and I realized that some of the more abstract bits had inadvertently made their way into what I had just written... Fragments of disconnected dialogue matched up with plot points I had already set up... Things started to fall into place very quickly from there.

I shuffled a few more things around and laid out the groundwork for where I wanted my new, yet old, story to go. Nothing so severe to feel penned in or like I'm writing myself into a corner, but just enough of the "big picture" that wherever my off-the-cuff writing style takes me, I can still be directed to a goal.

I had initially begun posting the segments to my blog here, but once I found Wattpad, I knew it was made for how I want to write. Instead of solid chapters, I chose to write in a weekly serialized story structure, similar to the old newspaper periodicals. Sherlock Holmes being one of the more famous weekly-released stories, bringing us back around to the detective style narration.

So every week, usually on Thursdays or Fridays, I drink a Red Bull or two, shut off my brain, and start to write. The following Mondays (or Tuesdays, when things are hectic), I post an "entry" (instead of chapters) to my book... which may simply become the first of a small series.


To read my ever-growing story, click the image below to go to my Wattpad profile. Please follow me, comment anywhere in the story, and hopefully enjoy my brain-dump!