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Pai-Graf, 16/x

I was awake at 0420 thinking about the leading elements of Part 2 of this story. Writing is a mental illness. Tomorrow’s, Friday’s, segment will close out part 1. It’s a chat between these three kids and Pai’s older brothers. As you can see here, I once again am laying the groundwork for some kind of compromise when it comes to Alix’s sexuality; more specifically, her breedability.

Otherwise, it’s a quiet, lazy day here in RealLife. Even with cannibal barbarians eating pets two hours from my front door. I may sit on the deck and nap and read. Graf and Pai will tell me what they want when they do.

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Pai-Graf, 15/x

Quick intro of a side character. I get him off screen as quickly as I can. Pai, of course, makes some lewd proposals – having Alix watch? really? – before being forced into playing Tour Guide. I should have put her in a small hat and had her carry one of those tiny flags that other tour guides do.

The bit about Reina surprised me. The possible retirement I suspected; not a departure.

Still on track for wrapping up Part 1 on Friday. Playing with some ideas for 2. It may be a 1-4 year jump between parts. We’ll, see; I do what I’m told. Graf is turning into quite the diplomat. I wonder what awaits him in Part 2?

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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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Along the Neva

After a very short flight, followed by a contested parking spot, Laszlo finds himself walking along the southern branch of the Neva River in St. Petersburg. I’ve never been there but have heard from many that it is a beautiful city. Someday, when my books are optioned into movies, I’ll take a chartered flight; commercial flights are more and more a dry-run for slavery.

As you will shortly see, the PM of Imperial Russia, Reina, stomps onto the stage. First among equals of tribe Mendrovovitch and possibly the most dangerous of all Machines, she also attacks my stories like kudzu: taking over and displacing everything which was already there. And from the last line below the fold, it seems she is in for most of this part of the novel. Oh, well. What can I do?

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