Captain Geoluread

Anderfan, board game collector, anime watcher and motorcyclist. Devoted husband and cat dad. Likes trains. Teaches on occasion.

[lissmas]

Brutalism Style

The side of the Pushkin Library building. These square "windows" seem endless.

19.11.25

[captaingeoluread]

Reblogging my reblog (as you do) to go with the AT&T building.

[terrierpuppy]

I believe the ATT long lines building is at least somewhat sentient and is a beautiful example of brutalism in bizarre colossal form

[captaingeoluread]

I weirdly like this building, think it's so cool.

[sailor-arashi]

[captaingeoluread]

With apologies to my first followers, we're taking a CSATM break just for a bit. There's going to be some bits and pieces of other things I like for the next while while I finish Project Serenity, possibly start a new Shakespeare adaptation and finish setting up my AO3 account.

Expect some board game stuff, anime, motorcycling, what I'm playing right now and maybe some trains (🫣) while I retrometabolise that other bit of my brain before some new content.

The hyper focus needs a little rest!

So, anime! Currently north of 175 distinct series and films completed since starting ~10 years ago collecting Ghibli, but my wife turbocharged my appreciation when I met her.

I love comedy, romance and slice of life. Nichijou is the absolute queen for chaos, one of my favourite humour types, and I always love selling it by pointing out that in the first 89 seconds a robot girl grilling fish chases a cat who steals it, colliding with a schoolboy which generates a citywide blastwave whose sole consequence is that household ornaments rain from the sky.

Seriously, go.

Or not, because CITY: The Animation, technically a followup (it exists in the same universe), is a stone-dead masterpiece of animation and comedy both. The colours are inimitable, the whole vibe very Charlie Brown and some of the things it tries out are very brave. The multiple concurrent sequences on screen in one of the episodes is a herculean feat of production on its own.

[the-time-lord-oracle]

An unusual visitor at Birmingham Moor Street on January 22nd 1985 in the form of 86226, which was renamed Royal Mail Midlands in a ceremony at Moor Street. Class 86s were an everyday sight at New Street in those days, but to see one at the non-electrified Moor Street was certainly a novelty. The reason for taking the locomotive here for the naming ceremony was simply because Moor Street was a quieter station than New Street, thus providing a suitable venue for a naming ceremony. This must have been the first, and as far as I know, the only time an electric locomotive ever visited Moor Street.

[captaingeoluread]

Oh man, I'm trying to keep it on CSATM but @the-time-lord-oracle knows what's relevant to my interests.

[captaingeoluread]

The Tragedy of Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons, Paul Strikes Anew, Act 5, Scene 3 (Episode 3, Shakespeare style)

We bring another episode to a close! Today, Captain Blue explains the difference between the speed of light and sound - but for a 1607, not 1967 audience! With love, as always, to Andersons and Shakespeare both, join me as we ask what Captain Scarlet would have been like if written 350 years early!

SCENE III. A private room within a tavern, o’erlooking Paul’s.

Enter SCARLET, BLUE and MELODY and DESTINY Angels.

MELODY

A prospect grand a maiden here enjoys,

One Paul through window Melody doth spy,

Belike a fairer Paul herein doth see.

BLUE

And both, belike, more foul could have appear’d!

SCARLET

Ay, verily, but riddle this remains:

How did you quintessential casket find?

BLUE

Attending patient hath this Captain been.

SCARLET

This patient hath a full recov’ry made,

And patient doth this Captain no more stand,

Good Doctor Fawn, not Captain Blue I thank.

BLUE

Good Captain, nay, with patience I attend.

SCARLET

And such a patience did this Captain show,

To Lady so distress’d in yonder street?

BLUE

Good Scarlet, peace, lest face of mine doth burn,

With self same colour of your tunic red.

By Saint and Captain Paul do mock me not.

For midnight, black, as enemy we seek,

Doth Captain Blue so patiently attend.

Poor Macey within Dutton’s Yard was trapp’d,

But yards away from hence doth that yard lie.

Full sure that thirteen tolls of Paul’s he heard,

And chance so rare can only hope to chance,

A statute mile from where good Paul doth toll,

And Paul a statute mile from Paul’s now sits!

SCARLET

I follow you in all but one respect:

I see not still how he did hear thirteen.

BLUE

Around this table pilots four there be,

Ere Spectrum, Paul did with the king’s guard fly,

And I did prototypes once test and break,

And Angels fair in skill exceed us both.

In all things that do chance and come to pass,

A pair of messengers our senses note.

Our eyes do fix upon a sight to see,

And ears attend upon a sound to hear.

Divided in their speed these heralds are,

And one doth fast outpace his leaden friend.

When bombards from your viper-bird unleash’d,

On what did all your senses first make feast,

When bomblet found its target on the ground,

What marked you first, the spectacle or sound?

SCARLET

I’faith, first spectacle then sound report!

BLUE

Where light doth almost instantly arrive,

More leisurely a route doth sound select.

To far-speak Macey said he did attend,

But cross anew for riddle this creates.

At distance of a statute mile from thence,

Doth sound full seconds four and half take time,

Anon we shall as Macey now react,

A copy of his evening so enact.

Paul’s chimeth the hour. BLUE opens a far-speak. A bell from the instrument.

‘Tis apt that Paul this Paul is reckoning.

SCARLET

Anon.

A bell from the instrument.

That’s two.

A bell from the instrument.

Three.

BLUE

Of far-speak’s wonders, sev’ral and divine,

Is that it carries sound as fast as light.

No matter whether there or half orb hence,

At instant same same sound doth your ears mark.

Belike tis better that I word it thus:

A bomblet seen is same time bomblet heard.

A bell from the instrument.

The far-speak here doth stand, and Paul’s o’er yon..

A bell from the instrument.

DESTINY

Your reasoning, reasoning sound, is sound!

Methinks our minds do jump in one accord.

A bell from the instrument.

BLUE

‘Tis well. Two-hundred-fifty leagues in but

an hour can sound make way unto our ears.

A bell from the instrument.

And from the far-speak seventh chime have heard.

But nought but six from Paul’s your ears attend.

A bell from the instrument.

Full statute mile from hence doth Paul’s knell toll,

Full seconds four and half Paul is behind.

A bell from the instrument.

DESTINY

This far-speak full one chime ahead doth call!

A bell from the instrument.

SCARLET

Ten.

BLUE

Attend!

A bell from the instrument.

SCARLET

Eleven.

A bell from the instrument.

Twelve.

A bell.

Thirteen!

BLUE

From steeple Paul’s did this twelfth chime arrive,

But near five seconds this far-speak behind!

SCARLET

Thirteen! They say there is divinity in odd numbers!

Exeunt SCARLET, BLUE and MELODY and DESTINY Angels. Enter BLACK and WHITE, above.

BLACK

In man or woman at your side

Could well a Mysteron reside.

Mysterons have not forgotten,

Vengeance ours shall be begotten.

WHITE

Hark, imitate good Captain Scarlet not:

He’s indestructible - and you are not!

Exeunt omnes.

[captaingeoluread]

An update on Project Serenity (2 of 2)

And it's me again!

When writing the Shakespeare stuff, I've got into the habit of typing on A5 pages with a view to maybe (maybe) getting a unique copy printed for myself as a little coffee table book.

When I did this with Project Serenity (now my codename, not the final name, which I've already picked)...

...81 pages and 15,000 words at 11pt. I had no idea I'd written this much, and I'm not even close to finished.

I've made a splash graphic that I am so pleased with and I am resisting posting it as a teaser with every fibre of my being and teasing something I don't finish.

The core of this story, a new character, keeps changing, and this is not only necessitating rewrites but it's also opening up so many possibilities.

Without spoiling too much, they've aged up twice since I first conceptualised them, and this second adjustment has made them explode into a full character and one I feel I can write with a lot more authenticity, one who fits far better into the CS world and one who is just so much more interesting to write. It also means a huge emotional moment I've been seeding throughout the story is going to present an actual dilemma rather than the character being too young to understand or too old to care.

It's only as I step back from it that my influences, however inadvertent, are clear to me. I'm pretty pleased with what I've unwittingly chosen.

This is going to be a while. I'm introducing things that suddenly spawn another chapter, sometimes two. This was meant to be a short one shot and it's essentially turning into a novella at this rate.

The good news is that I'm on the cusp of a long stretch of holiday. While I promise nothing, the timing could not be better.

[captaingeoluread]

An update on Captain Scarlet Shakespeare... (1 of 2)

Hope you are all doing marvellously on this Thursday afternoon. Thank you for all the continued reblogs, likes and kind comments as I bring Episode 3 of Captain Scarlet, Shakespeare-style, to a close. Tomorrow, you'll find out how Blue explains the episode's core conceit to an audience living almost 500 years earlier than himself.

While the reactions are not the initial reason I write them, knowing that someone out there is enjoying them has become a wonderful impetus, and hearing about your enjoyment is something I absolutely look forward to.

An adaptation of Manhunt is planned, which would leave us with assuredly my three favourite episodes scripted. I'd then look to cover what is essentially the Revenge of the Mysterons from Mars Super Space Theatre collection, namely Shadow of Fear, Lunarville 7, Crater 101, which basically takes care of my next three faves. Strictly speaking, you can't do those and not do Dangerous Rendezvous, although I colour myself less excited by that one.

I am excited by a discussion I had with @mariashades with the scene where Scarlet deafens Orson in Lunarville 7. I shan't spoil it, but I'm going to take what is surely a comedic moment in an otherwise heavy episode and parody one of the most famous scenes in Shakespeare.

I'm also mindful of Anderson Entertainment's upcoming SST-alike and the fact that covers not only Manhunt, but also Model Spy, The Heart of New York and Treble Cross. I adore Model Spy, while the latter two episodes are utterly, utterly ripe for the sort of diguise shenanigans that I enjoy most about Shakespeare's work.

I am promising nothing on any of these except I'm interested in doing them as it stands at the moment and this may well wane or disappear, then reappear unexpectedly another time. I am surprised my focus on CSATM has lasted this long, in all honesty.

There's also something I really want to focus on for now. But that's another post...

[captaingeoluread]

The Tragedy of Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons: Paul Strikes Anew, Act 5, Scenes 1 and 2 (Episode 3 in a Shakespearesque retelling)

We're heading into Act V and the cask o' quintessence has made it to the excavation! Now all that's left is to send it underground and let it blow. I realise this plays as one scene in the original, but to get the position changes I wanted to convey the sense that Scarlet had just travelled deep underground and then needed to return, I needed a scene change. For that reason, I'm bringing you Scenes 1 and 2 today. Want to know how a Jacobean would explain the differences in velocity between sound and light? You'll have to wait until tomorrow to see how Blue does it!

ACT V

SCENE I. The entrance to a great vault.

Enter CHORUS.

CHORUS

In suburbs doth a small stone fortress stand,

And to a fleeting glance above the ground,

This rude stone hut no outward sign doth give,

Of cavern vast atop which it doth sit.

A league beneath the grass a vault begins,

And larger still this vault the cask should make.

Nought but three minutes in the glass doth stand,

Ere quintessence will London turn to sand.

Exit CHORUS. Enter BLUE astride a Pursuant Engine and SCARLET astride a waggon.

BLUE Make haste, drive straight into the engin’d hoist,

The levers and the wheels shall I locate.

The doors behind you fast do I now make.

Hold hard! Full tempest now down goest thou!

The quintessential engine begins to smoke. SCARLET descendeth. Enter Mysterons.

Mysterons

Ninety seconds in the glass,

Half a league doth Scarlet pass,

Haste more should this Scarlet try,

Then failure do we now espy.

Belike a victory we gain,

Or else will Scarlet feel new pain.

Exeunt Mysterons.

BLUE

Bind your footing!

Exit BLUE.

SCENE II. A great vault.

Enter SCARLET, astride smoking waggon and BLUE, above.

SCARLET

And now but forty seconds in the glass,

Belike, the danger surely now doth pass.

This quintessence here can we station so,

Alack, this cask now bears a lustrous glow!

BLUE

The sands run dry, of this rope do take hold!

BLUE throws a rope from above.

Make haste! Make haste!

SCARLET

Aloft, this Captain hoist!

SCARLET ascendeth. Enter Mysterons, above.

Mysterons

Rudely, plan of ours defeated,

Vengeance ours shall not be meted.

Would the Earthman had but tarried,

A moment more with Lady harried.

This riddle still unanswer’d stands,

As glasses run their final sands,

How did this Earthman fast locate,

This quintessence at hour so late?

Though plan of ours doth now lie slain,

Let Scarlet share our bitter pain.

Mysterons have not forgotten,

Vengeance ours will be begotten.

The Mysterons seize BLUE, he unhands the rope. SCARLET falls. Alarum and stage cannons. Exeunt Mysterons.

BLUE

How now? Art thou hurt? Captain Scarlet? Art thou hurt?

SCARLET

For now, Captain. For now.

SCARLET dies. Exeunt.

[yayxstitch]

[captaingeoluread]

Me and board game automas. 🤦‍♂️

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The Tragedy of Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons: Paul Strikes Anew, Act 4, Scene 2 (Episode 3, bardly-writ)

This is another, fleeting scene in the original episode that I've fleshed out (pun not intended). You might remember my nervous post last week about this one and I remain nervous.

My aim here was to preserve the lady driver as the cause of the delay, the clearly humourous intent of this moment to break up the literal ticking clock the Captains are dragging through London and Blue's seemingly unkind - but necessary - impatience.

Crucially, I wanted to remove the 'tsch, women drivers!' tone I always got (rightly or wrongly) from the original scene.

I am happy here for you to look at the 9 I have drawn and tell me it's a 6 from where you stand.

I tested out a fishwife harassing Blue, which felt far too big a tonal shift, so she became a noblewoman instead. I think we're supposed to take a hefty dose of class from the lady in the original scene.

Once the lines fell into place, I wanted her to absolutely weaponise chivalry against Blue and leave this impressive-feeling man on his big SPV feeling flustered and absolutely outmatched. She demands he fall before her - in more ways than one! - and Blue responds as we expect. I'm hoping Scarlet's added lines only reinforce how silly I wanted Blue to look here, despite the right intent on his part.

All that follows is with the best intentions. Pray, be kind!

Once more, unto the breach, dear friends, as we ask ourselves, ever with adoration to Andersons and Shakespeare withal: what if the Globe, not ITV, had been the first place we'd seen our beloved series?

SCENE II

Enter BLUE astride a Pursuant Engine, SCARLET astride waggon and Mysterons, above.

BLUE

I’ll lead the way, all sheets to waggon give,

Each grain of sand in glass shall surely count.

Mysterons

And Spectrum doth this cask locate,

A riddle new did thus create:

No time this casket to disarm,

What manner else to forbear harm?

No cellar be there plenty deep,

Wherein to lay this cask to sleep.

No cave, no trench, no tomb, no vault,

To shield from quintessence revolt.

Fatal cask in open air,

Through London’s streets the Earthmen bear,

But ten minutes London hath,

City soon shall feel our wrath,

Waggon’s wheels on street doth slide,

Not a moment can they bide,

Quintessence begins to hiss.

Too late, already, Spectrum is,

Scarlet, Blue, we can destroy,

Revenge of ours brings double joy.

No more to act do we now need,

Already doth our plan succeed.

Fate doth take unto this stage,

Earthmen’s time shall she engage.

Exeunt Mysterons. Enter a LADY.

BLUE

And what is this that doth our way now block?

Good madam, we are bidden by the clock!

LADY

Slipp’d waggon wheel this lady doth detain,

Who needs a gentleman to ease her pain.

A gentleman ere now would have climb’d down,

Fast remedy providing my distress.

Give room to what? This clatt’ring iron beast?

And thou, thou knave, that sits so proud bestride?

A far more noble beast between the thighs,

True gentleman with lady would surprise.

BLUE

My lady good, yon quintessence doth swell,

The only thing that here be spent is time,

To London’s safety your distress must yield,

Else London be the only one to die.

BLUE pushes LADY aside. Exit LADY.

SCARLET

Good Captain, art thou finish’d with thy suit?

A shame this Lady like not your Pursuit.

Inform me: how much further must we crawl,

Before this glowing cask doth burn us all?

BLUE

Becalm your mirth, eyes to the road do lend,

Methinks, anon, our journey nears its end.

Exeunt.

[grumpyjesterr]

on another note, watched The Mummy (1999) the other day and I couldn’t help  feel like the O’Connells and the Addams (Addams Family Values (1993) would get on really well ya know? The O’Connells are basically the pastel adventure version of the Addams, surely they would just be vibin’ over tea and crumpets in an extremely haunted mansion having a ball of a time

[grumpyjesterr]

Morticia: “So what is it you do for a living my dear?”

Evelyn: “We dig up dead people who often have monstrous curses placed on them!”

Morticia: “fascinating”

[grumpyjesterr]

Gomez: *leaping out from behind a pillar which is encrusted with ominous looking runes* en garde!

Rick: *grabs sword from equally ominous looking wall full of weapons one of which seems to be glowing* fantastic I was getting a bit rusty

Gomez: *nearly in tears* oh he’s screaming nonsensically, what spirit! what reslove!

[grumpyjesterr]

*Rick and Gomez, still frantically sword fighting*

Rick: Have I mentioned how wonderful my wife is yet, I really feel like I haven’t really expanded enough on how wonderful she is

Gomez: do go on, I would be delighted to hear about how wonderful your wife is, I strongly encourge all men to extoll the virtues of their wives with rapturous praise, however I should perhaps mention my wife is in fact better

*sword fighting intensifies as both men rapturously extoll the virtues of their wives*

[digitaldiscipline]

Jonathan and Fester and Cousin Itt watch from the bar, where Lurch and Thing are making the drinks.

[lemonsharks]

Jonathan and Thing knew one another from The War; each thought the other to be dead

Their reunion is highly emotional

[burntcopper]

Rick, whilst swordfighting:  My wife resurrected an ancient evil that brought about the plagues.

Gomez: What. A. Woman.

[changingnikkiwi]

@ell-if-i-know

@tabaxi-power

[captaingeoluread]

For the love of God, someone write this.

[jeffcross5000]

[jenjen4280]

This made me smile. Maybe you need a smile today too.

[kings-out-of-pocket-hell]

And death he will always find!

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The Tragedy of Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons, Paul Strikes Anew, Act 4, Scene 1 (Episode 3, but of the 1607, not 1967, vintage)

We're back, and there's a cask o' quintessence to find!

Join me for the next part of an episode of our favourite show, but written as if in 1607 rather than 1967, with love, as ever, to Andersons and Shakespeare all.

ACT IV

SCENE I. Dutton’s Yard.

Enter SCARLET and BLUE astride a Pursuant Engine.

SCARLET

And hath the Watch the streets anon all clear’d?

BLUE

Alas, nought but our present environs,

Full London guard could not ‘gainst Mysterons.

Enter OCHRE, above.

OCHRE

John Johnson Yard, more John-a-dreams doth seem:

No quintessential casket be there here.

BLUE

A Spectrum green, my yellow garter’d friend.

Exit OCHRE.

Right well you know what this doth now portend.

SCARLET

Know right anon we shall, mark, there it is.

A little powder clears us of this door.

Alarum. A cannon shot from the Pursuant Engine. the quintessential waggon is revealed. Enter WHITE above.

BLUE

My liege, the powder flask we do locate.

In manner which can this petard placate?

WHITE

Our wise librarian did I consult,

‘Tis meddlesome, the hour hath slipp’d too far.

Provision in the almanac was made:

A plot some ten miles from your station hence,

Where carpenters and masons do await,

New excavation so they will create.

Anon will you this waggon there escort,

A league beneath the ground can it report.

You comprehend my drift, good Captain Blue?

BLUE

Our Spectrum now is Green, my colonel, aye.

WHITE

The streets all hereabout the Watch hath cleared,

But nineteen minutes left, so tis afear’d.

But one more thing, now mark, good Captain Blue,

Brave Scarlet rides this waggon, without you.

BLUE

My liege, I-

WHITE

‘Fore God. Good fortune, Captain.

SCARLET

Lead on, for you to pilot is no sense,

I, indestructible, drive quintessence.

Exeunt.

[captaingeoluread]

The Tragedy of Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons, Paul Strikes Anew, Act 3, Scene 2 (Episode 3, Shakespeare-style)

A happy Monday to you all,

'Pon Captain Scarlet we do call

Join me once again as, with nothing but love and admiration for the Andersons and Shakespeare both, we ask what if Century 17, not Century 21, had produced our belovèd show.

SCENE II. The same.

Enter WHITE, BLUE, SCARLET and GREEN.

WHITE

Full twice have we this testimony read.

BLUE

The more is said the less is known, my lord.

WHITE

And yet, this script, ‘tis all that we possess.

SCARLET

Cartographers did with me late confirm,

Two thousand cellars under London bide,

That near to written testimony come.

WHITE

Sirrah, I have small care if it be two thousand thousands! Yon quintessential casket must be found erelong!

A double-meaning somewhere in his words,

With double-reading surely shall be found.

If this by afternoon doth stand unsolv’d,

In quintessence shall London be dissolv’d.

SCARLET and BLUE sit. Enter Mysterons above.

Mysterons

But three hours in petard’s glass,

Fleetingly this time will pass.

An Spectrum do this cask locate,

A riddle new this doth create:

No time this casket to disarm,

What manner else to forbear harm?

London in its final hours,

Right assur’d, revenge of ours.

Exeunt Mysterons.

WHITE

I would anon the alchemists’ report,

Of Macey’s weeds as they did study them.

GREEN

And such report have I but late receiv’d.

Alack, ‘tis nothing of import or aid.

WHITE

I know in something do we miss the mark.

BLUE

Mark me, methinks I mark our mark but now.

The ninth of Macey’s clauses do recall,

Lieutenant, prithee, for us do recount.

GREEN

The record can I reduce for you now:

‘Fantastical though I know it doth seem,

Assurèdly did I hear bells thirteen.

Hold, chide me not, I full know what I heard,

This Macey reckon’d right, be it averr’d:

How long asleep was Macey not aware

And so the bells were reckon’d with great care.’

SCARLET

On such a fearful night as Macey’s was,

I reckon you would misreckon withal.

BLUE

Grant this be so, and reckon him upright:

That thirteen bells by Macey were so heard,

What explanation can there be but this?

WHITE

Methinks our minds do jump in one accord.

Lieutenant Green, make haste, a London chart,

A circle on the parchment with a quill.

Arithmetic of yours, how far is’t call’d?

BLUE

Two-hundred-fifty leagues in but an hour,

A statute mile from where good Paul doth stand,

Belike should say ‘St Paul's’, not Scarlet good.

A statute mile and not a cubit more.

WHITE

This charter’d circle doth one mile present,

How many cellars in its compass found?

GREEN

But two that do the testimony match.

The first by name John Johnson Yard is known,

And Dutton’s Yard the other one is nam’d.

BLUE

Be not amazed good Captain, let’s away!

SCARLET

You bid me follow yet I follow not.

I lack sound understanding of your drift.

BLUE

Sound understanding, understanding sound.

When all is done, my reas’ning will I sound.

WHITE

In one hour London does our foe confound!

Exeunt.

[domlarkin]

The Chic of Secret Science (The Supermarionation Cut)

An azure gem in South Pacific blue, A paradise concealed from public view. Where Wright’s organic lines meet high frontier, And International Rescue engineers the year.

The villa clings to raw volcanic stone, A subterranean, brutalist haven zone. With cantilevered platforms, open floors, That seamlessly erase the glass-walled doors.

Beneath the lounge where the palm trees sway, The kinetic marvels are hidden away. Where mid-century luxury, sleek and low, Masks the massive nuclear depths below.

The pool slides back with a smooth, silent grace, So Thunderbird 1 can shoot into space. The runway tilts and palm trees recline, A flawless marriage of function and line.

No neon flashes, no cluttered display, Just clean, modern lines in shades of cool grey. A tropical fortress of retro-cool pride, Where high-fashion living has rocket power inside.

To children watching from a screen of old, This secret world of science turned to gold. Beyond the cramped, suburban brick and lace, It opened up a thrilling, space-age place.

Each ordinary chair or painted wall Became a lever to a hangar hall. The mundane objects in a living room Transformed to triggers for a rocket boom.

They saw the jet-set style and raw machine Combine into the playground of their dreams. With papier-mâché and cardboard boxes made, The blueprint for a generation played.

"Five, Four, Three, Two, One!" the countdown clears, As Barry Gray’s brass anthem fills their ears. Through wires unseen, the puppets walk with pride, But it’s the massive scale that lives inside. For Meddings’ rolling skies and chemical fire Lifted a childhood’s dreams a whole lot higher. An Anderson creation, bold and bright: "Stand by for action!" in the neon night.

[captaingeoluread]

Could not have said it better myself! 🔥🖋️

[captaingeoluread]

I am going to post the next segment of Ep 3 tomorrow and, as promised before, the whole script is already finished.

But I am also close to finishing the first draft of my very first piece of fan fiction in what is, frankly, 30 years.

I am simultaneously excited and nervous. It started of all things from a routine, teacher moment I had last week. This became a sentence, which became a paragraph which has become a 13 page Google Doc, as it does.

I can't say what, because I do not want to spoil the absolute core of the story. I've also not based it on anything that actually happened.

We do a lot of descriptive and transactional writing to prepare for exams, far less narrative. I worry how stuck in that mode I've become, but we'll see.

Anyhow, it needs some more time and then a really hefty edit, which Mrs Geoluread has said she's looking forward to helping me with.

Stand by for action. I haven't settled on a title yet, but the WIP title is Serenity. This tiny snippet should at least give you an idea of the main character.

And she had had so many questions, questions beyond all the ones she was already expected to have in that moment.

But one question became more urgent than ever:

"Où-est tu? Nous avons besoin de toi."