Wow. All this in five hours. Sorry, folks, I’m taking tomorrow off or else I’m dead.
I’m hoping to see something that takes me off in a new direxion tomorrow. 11k words here is, I think, enough. I am SO HAPPY things ended up where they are. Sure: I can go full Will Deonne and have Henge’s nanomaterials disassociate her into a drift of sand on the floor, but I don’t think I will.
Sweet Jesus: what will their children be like?!
Funny that I’ve yet to reach the plot point that made me laugh out loud while driving to work yesterday. Perhaps tomorrow. Whether 500 or 5000 words, I need to create a permanent or temporary close to this story: the professional edit and new cover for my first novel “The Fourth Law” are complete and I need those uploaded to Createspace. The cover is the easy part. The text body has to go from Word to pdf, wherein I edit and move, then request a physical proof for review. I’ve done this three times already, but at about once every nine months I drink too much to recall the details.
Below the fold, I’d had some conversations recently with some in the medical field about challenges that might be faced by new-made humans.
Shorter, as I culled out the mirrored conversation from the side of the Machines: Dorina, Henge, Ai, Shandor, Barnabas taking control of the reactors and manifestation chamber. If I ever turn this into a novel I’ll put it back in. Still and all, a taut little scene, I think!
Much better now. My wife made the astute observation: “this is going to kill you.”
Of course it will! But I rather die in a weltering of my stories than a drugged plant in front of the teevee, shoveling cheesy-puffs into my mouth.
Below, originally from my second novel, Echoes of Family Lost, are two now very old friends talking shop.
Saw much while at work today: project manager Chinon’s surprise when Dorina tells him she’ll be running things at Chise’s brief restart; Shandor’s possible betrayal (and thus Thaad’s possible reaxion); Pius XIII on his knees in his office in the Vatican, praying; a certain door to a certain chamber opening… as the thin rug of reality that gets torn out from under Leslie…
So I saw that. But I’m very tired and do not want to screw it all up for everyone. Please, grant me a night for them to let me dream their details. Confused? You won’t be after tomorrow’s episode of The Second Bridge.
PS You really, really think there are such things as coincidences? This showed up, today, of all days!
Going from Dayjob to this is once again exhausting me. I really would like to see this story to its close, but I might need to go quiet and rest for a day or two. We’ll see. Thanks for everyone’s tacit encouragement.
Awful day. Cable modem has failed. Too hungover to bang wife in the AM. Cooking last turkey of the season and something’s wrong with the propane system. Kill me.
At least there’s this.
Just before Mass tonight I let out a little laugh. Never knowing what I’m up to my wife looked me a question.
“Just saw part of a story,” I said. I’d been making correxions to the newly re-edited version of “The Fourth Law” all day, so it was a surprise to suddenly have this story break in. Nonetheless, it was a pleasure to see what I did. The ironic part is that what I saw doesn’t happen until pt.6!
Ecchi. Well, how ecchi can you get for two that have been betrothed to one another for over ten years? I commend their self-discipline. Henge and Dorina are up to something, we know. They’re feeding info the to the scientists and engineers at Oak Ridge, we know.
We need to find out what we don’t know. Not necessarily today, though. Did I mention ecchi? I don’t know any… are Gen Zyklon kids capable of this sort of self-restraint?
This morning, I was preoccupied with thoughts about fusion reactors. At my lunch, I tried to catch up on where current tech was for their development.
As I was getting ready to leave DayJob, I realized that was stupid and that my characters were talking over drinks in a bar.
Where that went… I’d no idea. The last half of this short – who’s Tracy? – was just shown to me.
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