last night i wrote the opening scene i meant to write for Reconstruction many moons ago when i first started posting it online. but i didn't write it then because i chickened out. i didn't want my introduction to web serial writing to be something so offensive (it's offensive to me personally, so i figured it ought to offend others). it was also hard finding a way to write the scene without convicting my protagonist of being, well, pretty much everything that he is, unfortunately. i think i had forgotten then what i remember now: Lewis Fletcher is a troubled human being with the all the baggage of the worst of the South slung over one shoulder. that was sort of the point of creating the character. i guess i got to liking him so much that i started really softening the edges a lot.
no more of that nonsense. it's about time i got fearless. or at least moved in that general direction. i think it will start something like this:
i had a great time drawing this picture this morning. i really struggled with trying to decide whether he should be wearing his Confederate uniform, though. i decided against it, but i kind of wish i hadn't. it didn't even take me that long to throw it together, so i might try another version with the uniform on. i'm only really sorry that i will have to reduce the picture so much to post it to my website, but i think even in a reduction, it looks pretty nifty.
a prize to whoever can guess what's burning in the background. er...maybe that's totally inappropriate.
: o p

no more of that nonsense. it's about time i got fearless. or at least moved in that general direction. i think it will start something like this:
At first the club was just sport. It was something to do to keep from thinking about starving: scaring the beejesus out of the Freedmen. The war was all their fault anyway, wasn’t it? So it was, the way the Yankees told it. So Lewis, in a continual sot of brandy and morphine, ran with the Kirkwoods that long hot summer in '66, in a mad collective county vengeance against the perceived objects of their apparent ruin.
i had a great time drawing this picture this morning. i really struggled with trying to decide whether he should be wearing his Confederate uniform, though. i decided against it, but i kind of wish i hadn't. it didn't even take me that long to throw it together, so i might try another version with the uniform on. i'm only really sorry that i will have to reduce the picture so much to post it to my website, but i think even in a reduction, it looks pretty nifty.
a prize to whoever can guess what's burning in the background. er...maybe that's totally inappropriate.
: o p

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