Thursday, February 19, 2026

Moving Right Along

 I started this blog to have a place to put my writings with the hope it would encoruage me to write more, and so far it's succedded at getting me to edit something I'd already written it, and then have analytics on how many people didn't read it. 

Honestly though, I know have a place I can point people when I say I'm a writer, and that's not nothing, technically I'm now a published author, in the sense that the button in the top right of the Blogger GUI says "Publish".


I like Walton's World, I think I said a lot in there that I wanted to say, and if I do say so myself, I think it's quite funny. I wrote it over a long weekend years ago based on the descriptions of a coworkers fever dream about a monkey being loose in a walmart overnight. I took a crack at writing the dream, but it morphed into something much more enjoyable for me to write. If I were to give it another crack, I'd want to expand it alot. There are tons of different departments and hazards to face, I had the idea of having a seperate area that is more of a traditional shopping mall layout with Waltons World being all of the anchor stores. 

I also had an idea for a sequel to Waltons World where Allison and Patterson, now both working for the National Institute of Retail Science, find themselves in an office tower in a downtown area when a zombie outbreak occurs, and in order to survive the night, they must climb the 'corporate ladder' to get to rescue on the roof. 

This got me thinking about the name Patterson, which is a name I'd used before in an unfinished, unpublished script for a series I wanted to film on the riverbed near my apartment in college. It was an ambitious script, and never got past the third episode, but it was significant for being some of the earliest work I can remember with the sort of dialouge I thoroughly enjoy writing. I decided to read it with my spouse, and we both enjoyed it. The first three episodes created a good base for the rest of the series, and I find myself thinking back to it from time to time, so I decided that's the next project, I'm going to finish that episodic...thing...from college. 

One of the characters is named Patterson, but while the Patterson from Walton's World is a clean cut, niave, country boy, Patterson in this...thing... is a disguesting burnout with a gambling problem, authority issues, and a bad mouth. Really, if Patterson is how I saw myself coming into the midwest from Alaska, This Patterson is who I was in college, and in each case, dialed up to 11. 


It's going to be interesting trying to write something that I haven't touched in eleven years, I'm not the person I was osstensibly writing about anymore. After my first crack at writing a new chapter, this Patterson already seems older, wiser, but dissapointed in a world that at one point I think he was willing to give everything to save. We'll see how it turns out. 

Still need a name for it. 

Wednesday, December 17, 2025

Walton's World Chapter List

Chapter One: Welcome to Walton's World

Chapter Two: That's Coming Out of Your Next Check!

Chapter Three: So You Let in a Loiterer?

Chapter Four: According to the Logo

Chapter Five: I Realize it's your First Day

Chapter Six: Right! Left! Jump!

Chapter Seven: The American Association of Retail Scientists

Chapter Eight: Do You Work Here?

Chapter Nine: A Constant, Simulated, Sense of Self-Actualization

Chapter Ten: So Sayeth the Book

Chapter Eleven: Reasonable Facsimile

Chapter Twelve: DIY WMD

Chapter Thirteen: It's All Blood Money

Chapter Fourteen: You Certainly Did Those Calculations on the Ground

Chapter Fifteen: Plan B

Chapter Sixteen: Doctor Rodriguez

Chapter Seventeen: A Really Stupid Hat

Chapter Eighteen: Caucasian Goo

Chapter Ninteen: Walton's World is No Longer in Need of Your Services

Chapter Twenty: A Whole Lotta Green

Chapter Twenty-One: Extensive Field Research

Walton's World: Chapter Twenty-One


 I sat in the back of the ambulance, a cup of water in my hands, a blanket over my shoulder, and a mask of oxygen strapped to my face. Allison sat on the bumper next to me as emergency workers tended to the more seriously injured around us. 

Walton's World: Chapter Twenty

 


I pushed Wells' corpse off of me as Allison offered me a hand. It wasn't hers, but instead the plasticine arm of a manakin, held in her hand.

"I thought you’d died when he started shooting at me," I said as she helped me up. She held up the arm. 

"I realized that in a case as small as these cameras have, they probably couldn't fit both a nine millimeter gun and a high-resolution camera." She said, dropping the manakin's arm, I figured I could put the rest of the puzzle together myself. 

Walton's World: Chapter Nineteen


  Allison lead the way, her attention shifting between the occasional scuff mark and checking around corners before we moved into the next aisle of America-themed detritus. I looked back behind us to see how far we were from the last bread-crumb of collectable train I'd dropped, and opted to place another one on our path, marking our latest progress with a train car paying homage to the Apache Wars, which I learned only ended in 1924? I resolved to look that up when I got home.

Walton's World: Chapter Eighteen

 


"Wells!" Allison said as the zombies slammed against the door behind us, "What are you doing?" 

"It's simple, really." He said, tapping at his tablet, "When Denise broke containment and showed up here, Prendick said we'd need to contain and trap Denise." Wells gestured towards the doors as a zombie tried to reach it's hand through the gap before pulling it back as the door closed around it. 

Walton's World: Chapter Seventeen

  The air duct opened up above a raised loft that wrapped around the three exterior walls of the utility room. We sat, shoulder to shoulder, peering through the slits in the air vents, trying to make out as much through the darkness as we could. It wasn't much. There was no skylight overhead, no distant glow from the towers to cast things in silhouette. Beyond a faint grey haze of light coming from the utility room door that leads out into the showroom floor. 

Moving Right Along

 I started this blog to have a place to put my writings with the hope it would encoruage me to write more, and so far it's succedded at ...