The Death and Rebirth of The Points Between

Submitted by C B Wright on

Once upon a time I was happily writing a serial called The Points Between. It was a story I was incredibly passionate about telling -- a story that was viscerally important to me, even though it was way out of my comfort zone and far, far above my level of expertise -- and I'd actually finished an entire arc, and had started on the second arc, when a bunch of inconvenient things happened. The result of these inconvenient things was that the story has remained dormant for years: not dead, because it's never a story I've given up on, but dormant. I needed to make some decisions, and I didn't know what decisions I wanted to make.

I've made those decisions, and am in the process of moving forward. This is the story of that interminable process, and what came out of it.

The Points Between is, in my head, a story with three arcs. The first arc, where Matthew discovered he was a magician, was finished. The second arc, where he had to discover what that meant, was getting started. The third arc, where he had to choose how to use what he knew, was being set up. I was generally pleased with most of what I'd written, but there were a few things I'd done that had bothered me:

I Got Groklawed

Submitted by C B Wright on

Apparently someone posted a comment on Groklaw that referred to this comic, which prompted a lot of people to come over here and take a look, which prompted the database to slow down, time out, and then crash. I had to reboot the server.

Not that I'm complaining. Please feel free to recommend, link to and visit this site so often that I need to upgrade the server. That's the kind of trouble I like.

Everything seems to be running normally now...

And Lo the Sound of Crickets Chirping

Submitted by C B Wright on

When I get a good head of steam going on a particular storyline I often find it difficult to switch gears and head off into another direction after the story is wrapped up. For the last two weeks or thereabouts I was having an awful lot of fun with the Job Interview storyline, but on Friday I decided that it was time to wrap it up (for the moment) and move on.

So on Friday I wrapped it up.

On Saturday I tried to think of a new storyline or one-off gag.

On Sunday I tried to think of a new storyline or one-off gag.

On Monday morning I tried to think of a new storyline or one-off gag.

On Monday afternoon I tried to think of a new storyline or one-off gag.

In other words, after going full-tilt on a storyline that had given me quite a bit to work with, I found myself unable to come up with anything else. So Monday was, I'm sad to say, an empty space, filled with nothing but the sound of crickets chirping.

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