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Pai-Graf, 14/x

Detente continues apace on Pai’s small ship, so long is Graf is able to patch over the cracks which keep reappearing. I wanted to reinforce just how alien this is to him, both in space and in time, even with just a major-metro city like Pete’s. I think he’s holding up very well.

I think I’ll post something everyday this week, that will get me to the end of Part One. After that, as I mentioned, I need to start prepping for our upcoming Lemur Anthology. I know I always say, “treat writing like a job,” and that is coming back to bite me, now.

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Pai-Graf, 13/x

Imagine living in the equivalent of the US Midwest in the 1890s or maybe 1910. Internal combustion is familiar and maybe you’re heard of flying machines. Then some madwoman shows up, makes off with one of your children, shows back up with yet another crazy woman, talking about other worlds, and your son is off again. Got to hand it to this family: they roll with all this pretty well. Their neighbors down the road would likely be firing shotguns at this point.

Pai and Alix are, slowly, getting more comfortable with one another. I think that their last exchange, about Graf, is telling. In the world of the Change, everyone, human, Machine, knows things are different and to trust their hunches. They both have a hunch about Graf. I just hope they tell me, at some point.

Let’s go to Russia, next.

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Pai-Graf, 12/x

Some more exposition, this time about Mars. We already knew Alix is a huge contrarian, but when told to have her clothes on, she takes them off? That’s contrarian.

The comment about “all this in three days and you seem fine with it” hearkens all the way back to Niven’s A World out of Time, where the protagonist takes most everything in stride, including being 300 years in the future and in someone else’s body. Yes, I recall fifty year-old things like that but still don’t know the names of my DayJob coworkers.

The last line should have everyone muttering, “Two chicks at once.” Have a good a weekend as you can; see everyone Monday.

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Pai-Graf, 11/x

Pai continues to “bite back her spleen,” as Dante said. Thankfully, Alix gets that and tries, too. There’s a little exposition about what the ships they use can do, followed by a very brief visit from someone on-high.

Apologies for the broken update schedule. I am hopefully finally on the mend, now that we’ve an idea what is wrong with me and thus how to treat it. The rest of today should be quiet, so I am going to see if I get these three first to Graf’s home and then at least to St. Peterburg. I appreciate your tolerance.

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Pai-Graf, 9/x

If you ever want to sidetrack people, get them talking about their kids. Even I am guilty of that, proud of my two debt-free, employed daughters (cough hint cough) that I am.

The importance of children echoes through all of my stories. Those who cannot or can only have a few are devastated by that knowledge. Reina, also, is NOT at pleased at the prospect. The world of the Change is not one of GrrlBosses and WineAunts. You marry in your late teens and get knocked up ASAP; FFS, Empress Fussy has ten kids. Personally? I think that may be because I’m a mule and my wife sterilized by chemo when she was 28. We adopted two. One of the reasons it was so easy for Pavel and Reina to adopt Tay, I suppose.

Anyhoo, Graf forgets what he was told and nearly dies. He is technically the main character, so I rather that not happen.

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Pai-Graf, 8/x

These girls just won’t stop; it is kind of funny, really. Neither has had a boyfriend before and they are both being made older about that relationship and the complexity between the three of them. Pai thinks she has the upper hand because of vast intellect. Alix does because “I’m good enough and not a fake human.”

Next segment is off to visit Pai’s mom. Constructs, even tribe Tohsaka’s who generally like and get along with humans, are very debilitating and potential fatal.

Personally, a bit better today. Wife came home yesterday afternoon but was still in “Key West Party Girl” mode so instantly started drinking rum smoothies. Her playing music downstairs – loud music – was very rude and disrespectful to me, especially after I asked her twice to turn it down. She better snap out of that shit.

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Pai-Graf, 7/x

These two gals are absolutely catty about what I think are some of the dumbest things. Then again, I’ve worked in hospitals around nurses for nearly fifteen years, so it could be worse. But, I’m here to tell their story, not make one.

Pai’s last line sounds a bit ominous.

In RealLife, I’m slightly worse. Went to bed at 1800, woke up with a mild fever at 0100; barely slept. Dogs went off at 0550 and I damn near died navigating down the steps to let them out and feed them. Finally ate something just now after about 20 hours of nothing. Rather shaky. It makes it hard to “get into” their story when you don’t feel very good.

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Pai-Graf, 4/x

A rival appears. Never had something like this shown to me before. Plenty of romances, sure, but to have Alix come out of nowhere and immediately lay claim to the main character? Who is already spoken for? I’m on very unfamiliar ground, right now. This is either take the story places I have not imagined or will wreck it on the rocks in about a thousand words. We shall see.

In the background there is more I want to know about Ceres, and these two girls are not helping. And “my flesh needs to be fed” sailed right over the heads of both humans. That will definitely come up next.

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Pai-Graf, 2/x

After the horrid months of January thru May, my wife is taking a well-deserved vacation at Key West. As an uxorious person, it is likely I shall begin to lose my mind almost immediately. I’m trying to slam out parts 3-6 as fast as I can, as I’ll be insane in a few days and ‘prolly delete whatever posts I make.

Below, after Graf’s confusion and uncertainty, Pai, now whole, attempts to physically and mentally comfort him. There is still leeriness on his part, but I think things get better. I’ve heard it said that “in freefall, doggie-style and reverse-cowgirl are the same thing.”

A “housewife plug-in.” Dang, but that would be useful.

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Pai-Graf 1/x

Yes, it’s a lame title. You get what you pay for.

I do not know if this will just be another short story about these two, or whether it shall metastasize into its own novel. There is a bit of revelatory info in this segment, and there is also Pai’s original mission. I simply have no idea where any of this is going. I love that.

Best place to start a story? In the middle. How do you hurt a man who has nothing? Give him back something broken. Here we go, frens.

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