I’ve been low-key working on “Okay, You Two” and on “Morning Glory” for the last few days, and I also wrote a programming blog post and went to see The Death of Stalin (review forthcoming). That’s all been good, but hasn’t really produced anything post-worthy for NaCreSoMo. So today I’m sharing a story I wrote back in college, called “The Glade”.
Long-time readers may recognize Lianna Kim and Justin Hill from another story called “Years Later”. “The Glade” actually came first, with Justin being “a version of me [at the time], but
more outgoing more of a jerk” (though I didn’t set out to do that).
The actual reason “The Glade” exists at all is NaNoWriMo. It was the first year I had heard about the event, and I was trying to figure out if I could actually write 1700 words in a day. The answer turned out to be “technically no, but you can probably do it when it comes time”: “The Glade” is about 2300 words, and as I remember I did write at least 1700 of it in one “day”, but I didn’t make that goal until 1AM or so.
Still, I did attempt NaNoWriMo that year, and actually succeeded. That story (now named “Adrift in the Wind”) is absolutely terrible and not at all worth sharing, but it did prove rather decisively that I could write a novel (manuscript) in a month, and led to several more successes. And “The Glade” is where it started.
Oh, and the couplet at the end comes from the poem “All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace” by Richard Brautigan, which I first found in the book Hackers by Steven Levy. And the place described in “The Glade” is a real place at UC Berkeley, although a patch of overgrown grass surrounded by low prefab buildings probably isn’t particularly exciting if you don’t have Lianna’s connection to it.
Part of NaCreSoMo 2018.