Hello, I am Robert W. Silver Jr, and welcome to my Hub-In-Progress for my Authorial and Screen Writing works. If you follow the About, you will find a brief biography along with a photo of yours truly. Similarly, following the Works-In-Progress will bring you to the current works I have completed or am working on. On the bottom of every page you will find a connection to my social media that I update regularly. I hope you enjoy it!
For my first post, I present an interview with my Untitled Novel’s protagonist and an interrogation of its antagonist.
Interview with Ellipsis Suadade:
Writer – W
Ellipsis – E
W: May I ask you a few questions Ellipsis.
E: I suppose that’s why I’m here, right? Ask away.
W: Were you ever comfortable killing deer, even when it was food for the table?
E: No, I never was. I understood its purpose, doing what must be done for survival but that doesn’t mean it ever sat right with me. When hunting a predator, at least it has a chance to fight back, prey though, is doomed the moment you decide to strike.
W: Where do you see yourself in the balance of predator and prey?
E: I…humans can be both. Maybe some can choose definitively one way or another, but I’ve always felt both of my feet planted firmly on either side of the line, as if I was the fulcrum itself. What do you see me as?
W: Unfortunately, that’s not something I can answer, I am sorry Ellipsis.
E: Had to try right!
W: How do you feel about your parents?
E: Angry? Sad? Crushed? Lost? Is everything an acceptable answer? My father was a hell of a Marine and instead of some battle a massive heart attack that I couldn’t save him from comes in the middle of the night. I woke to the sound of my mother screaming and all her nursing went out the window when it was my father. I tried the medic treatments they both taught me, chest compressions, breathing, but it was too late. I bare that weight of that night even now matter if they tell me I tried.
Then my mother I feel terrible. Had to put her parents, sister, and husband in the ground, the suffering increasing with each loss. On top of that she was a skilled nurse until she became sick, then row after row of surgery barely clinging on to life each time. It’s incredible what a person can do when determined to survive. With her death i am a bit relieved because at least she isn’t in pain anymore. She was a good mother, a survivor just like my father, different way of course.
W: Do you feel like a survivor?
E: No, but here I am. Anne means well but she is getting up there as well. Soon it will just be me and I guess by its technical definition I survived them. To remember them.
W: I am truly sorry for your losses Ellipsis. My final question, what do you see in Robert Cable?
E: I don’t know, and it terrifies me. He reminds me of my father, but there is a void in his eyes. A shadow that seems to have to have its gaze set firmly on me, almost like prey.
W: Thank you Ellipsis, truly.
Interrogation of Robert Cable:
Writer – W
Cable – C
W: Why are you searching for Ellipsis?
C: No, No. I am the one that asks the questions, what right do you think you have to ask questions of me?
W: We are not equals here, Mr. Cable. The only way I can describe myself to you is I am a god in this place.
C: Are you the same one who revealed the sphere to me at Roswell?
W: No, I am not but I created them as well.
C: Are there more like you?
W: Thousands. That’s all I can say.
C: Fine….Proceed
W: Why are you searching for Ellipsis Suadade?
C: He is the key somehow. The center of around which the sphere I find myself woven into rotates.
W: Define this sphere for me?
C: It’s Time. A single beginning and end point, connected by an incalculable number of lines bending around an axis. Nietzsche’s thoughts of a flat circle, doesn’t bring into account variation that can occur on each pass and a circle given a 3rd dimension is?
W: A sphere.
C: Correct, and it seems Ellipsis is the axis and Roswell, my meridian, that is why I drive to confront him every single time. Finding him in that valley at that moment is how the strands continue forward.
W: Are you sure of that?
C: He must lose everything before I can even get close to him. Otherwise, consequences occur that end my world made of lines to start back at the beginning again.
W: What are you hoping to accomplish in this attempt?
C: Accomplish? To reach the other end of the sphere, my true end of the sphere. To unlock the answers that seem rotate around the Cowboy son of a Marine and a Nurse. Why does my existence not rotate around me?
W: You are depravity, Cable, and the son is good; that’s all for now.
Robert W. Silver Jr 
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