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No plan survives contact with the enemy.

Its been a few days since I posted. Im currently doing training for work out of state and I thought I would have time to write some of the sequel, post in the blog daily and basically not miss a beat. Pro tip, Aerospace is complicated and training is intensive. Its literally rocket science, so you can get what Im saying. Lots of “homework ” and not much sleep, so everything I planned is out the door. I should be back to my regular routine Monday (but im not planning on it) lol

Emergence Collective

Character snapshot: The hole

From the feedback I have gotten about ‘Emergence Collective,”  It turns out that “The hole.” Which was (to me) just part of the setting that turned out to be its own Character. I didn’t expect there to be so much intrigue around it. It is fun and satisfying to see reactions and thoughts about my story from other people’s perspectives, which didn’t occur to me since I was focused on different parts of the story.  This character snapshot is not a character, but a place in the story.



Old Willy opened the truck door, which whined and screeched in protest as the rusty hinges rattled. “Whatcha doin’?” Mr. Winston croaked out the question while clearing his throat, showing genuine interest in Frank’s contraption over the dump.   

He turned a little red, embarrassed by his curiosity. “Umm, well, ya see. I got to thinking is all.” He began to explain. “I have been using this as a dump for 30 years now, right?”  

“Well… why hasn’t it filled up yet?” He posed the question with increasing excitement.  

Mr. Winston’s eyes lit up as the thought sunk in. “You know…. I never much gave it a thought….’ Till now. You know your right!” the excitement transferred to Mr. Winston. They both sat staring at it silently for a minute or two, pondering the notion as another old beat-up truck shook its way up the path. A younger man in his mid-30’s poked his head out of the truck window to have a clearer view of the scene around the hole.  

       “Is there something I can do?” he asked with concern in his voice. Not knowing the details of the situation, he offered his services out of simple neighborly kindness.  

Frank and Mr. Winston did not look up or respond, lost in their own thoughts. Johnny got out of his truck in a hurry and trotted over to the hole.   
  
      “Someone fall in?” he asked in an almost scared tone of voice. He detected that Jonny was getting amped up a bit, broke his trance from the hole, cracked a smile, and chuckled. “No, no, everything is fine,” he said in a calm voice, trying to put out the fire in Jonny’s mind “we were just think’n is all; how deep is this hole?”