This is what I originally wrote here:
A serial for those gloomy Rugby World Cup days when you’re lying about with a hangover. Or whenever you want something to read. In bed. At breakfast time. Late at night. Using the free wi-fi in the Wellington waterfront’s FanZone (or in Auckland). At the library. In a bar on Courtenay Place. In a cafe on Cuba Street. On the road to the next game.
Get to know the people who work at Hemingway’s, a Cuba Street restaurant. And the people who visit them. And then YOU can help to decide how the story ends. How would you like it to end?
I wrote Hemingway’s for fun, to see how images and sound might fit in a ‘novella’, and how the story might fit into the experiments in my Looking Like Sean Connery blog. And hoped that other people would suggest an ending; I didn’t want to kill off anyone from Hemingway’s, but a death felt imminent.
I work here—and at Looking Like Sean Connery—to learn how very simple free-range online play offers me new storytelling opportunities, where I can combine words and images and sometimes sound. What can easy-to-use blog formats provide that paper books can’t? I was very chuffed when I realised that I could organise the chapters so readers could start at chapter 1 and read straight through all on one ‘page’. I was excited when I started to insert YouTube music clips to accompany some chapters. I liked adding FireflyX’s notes, though they worry me a bit. Now, in 2012, I’m gathering energy to rework and end the story. Wondering whether to turn it into a graphic novel. Or a screenplay. Your opinion welcomed! In the chapters, where does your interest increase? Where does it fall away? Which characters do you feel some warmth towards? Which do you want to know more about? Are you confused anywhere? I look forward to your comments.
Why am I FireflyX here and at Looking Like Sean Connery? I wanted to distance these experiments from my other on- and off-line selves. FireflyX draws on characteristics and experiences of people I’ve known and loved but has become utterly himself. Like Firefly and me, those people live in, love and walk around the small Oriental Bay/ Mount Victoria/Courtenay Place/Cuba Street district in Wellington New Zealand, or used to. This is how Firefly described himself early on:
I love rugby, dislike WINZ, miss my kids. First I got a shock when someone called me an old man, months ago. And thought, oh, I should think about that. Write a blog. Wrote one entry and stopped. Then I read that John Key saw being a beneficiary as a lifestyle choice. And was filled with anger and bitterness. Which has something to do with moving out of my house, too. This is about my life and my lifestyle.
Quite different than the Firefly in Hemingway’s, which is intentional.
Firefly’s changed now. I’ve changed. If you’d like to know more about my experiments, try Looking Like Sean Connery, where I sometimes post stories from FireflyX’s daily life, among other fictional work-in-progress.
NOTE from FireflyX
Hemingway’s, the place
Some of you will recognise the building at the top of this page. In real life, that building houses one of my favorite restaurants. I’m in there all the time. Usually, with mates. But one day I was there alone, at a loose end. And that’s when I imagined Hemingway’s.
Hemingway’s is NOTHING like my neighbourhood restaurant. Except for the outer shell. Except for the high quality eating experiences it offers. The space has had a totally new fit-out. It’s got new owners, new staff, new menu, new clientele, a new backyard. New neighbours. Even the people who walk along Cuba Street, past Hemingway’s windows, are different.
A big thanks to Floriditas, for the inspiration. As well as all that great food and service.