Tag: Texas

Civil Wars 2, 3

Speaking of medical matters, on my day off was up at 0630 to drop off a dog for teeth cleaning. The estimate was $700-900. TF? I told my wife “next time buy a damned toothbrush.”

A rare Tuesday update, I wanted to wrap up Graf’s foray into the park across from the hospital. I also wanted to re-point out what Pai calls his gift; something he nearly considers a curse. I’m too good a writer to get into “Mary Sue” territory, so things will happen shortly to keep him on a short leash.

For those who know my works, you’ll recognize the scraggly gal Graf sees in the background for just a moment.

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Civil Wars 2, 2

A quiet, transitional moment. I work PRN in a hospital and know how important it is to get patients out of their damn beds. With the shock of the moon attack in the past and his new throat installed, Graf also is ready to get out of his room and out of the hospital. I understand completely.

The next few segments will ease a reader back into their odd three-way relationship, with, of course, Robert Hartmann on the way; that’s likely in the segment after next. I do think Pai feels guilt for letting her husband get shot, but she’s not only hiding that from him, she’s hiding it from me. I’ll see what I can find out.

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“The Fallen” 5/11

Another busy day for our hero, getting a bit more and more unsettled by the culture shock of Old Home, as she calls it. Politics continue to play a role and Aurie hints as something of a trial ahead for Allie. I was surprised that slightly chonky Annie from Part Three of Obligations of Rank has put Reina (and yes, that’s her on the cover) into her place; and more than once. Makes me wonder how many kids she and Pavel have now (recall we met part of her first son, Ivan, back in Part 3 of this MS, Tay being their adopted daughter).

I love road stories; it really makes writing so much simpler. The only thing easier are dinner scenes.

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Book 17. Part Three. 20

From the odd interaction with Ninon, and Ai, Eloise is now thrust back into international politics. And her commanding general does not seem pleased.

Part Three shall end with Eloise going north. Plane? Scout saucer? Don’t know yet. Boy, am I going to have to edit and restructure the hell out of this MS.

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Book 17. Part Three. 17

I wrote about half of this on Saturday and once again ground to a halt. I went to Mass extra early Sunday morning to first pray then open my mind. About 2500 words poured in.

I also – finally! – realized the way of my stupid “six month” box I’d built for myself. As you’re read here, I was wondering what will Eloise be doing for five of those months? And then it hit me, like a two-ton heavy thing, why six months? That was just a completely arbitrary time for how long Robert and Kali were gone. I still want him gone awhile, for reasons, but now it’s closer to three months. That I can work with.

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Book 17. Part Three. 16

There, of course, isn’t going to be a war. They will talk this out. I just don’t know how, yet. We get a glimpse again of demi-human power: while Aurie spoke with these two, part of her mind was with two more. It’ll be interesting if, as a Catholic, she thinks she needs to go to Confession for her diplomacy. We also remind the readers that Texas, while not a Great Power, holds some high cards, too.

There will be another pause as I need to get the next overall scene just so and get the camera back onto Eloise. I may have an idea about what to do with the months I need before she’s arrested. Further, driving home today, I realized I might completely restructure what y’all have been reading. The whole thing, from Sgt. Konev, on. It will make the book three parts instead of four and provide a landing for me around 65,000 words. I think. I never start that kind of major editing until I know I’m finished.

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Book 17. Part Three. 15

“That’s no moon; that’s a space station!”

I know from one of my other books that the Texians have fission and fusion weapons in their possession, so Aurie cannot be too big an asshole to them. And they are still detaining Livia Hartmann. Re that: Eloise gets a slap to the head about how the imperial family thinks.

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Book 17. Part Three. 14

Much RealLife in the last few days. This five-hours, six-days per week is not at all helpful.

Glad that I waited, though. My first glance at this scene had the three women meeting the train. I realized that, like kudzu, Aurie was growing to take over Part Three, a part supposedly focused on Eloise. So, I have her and Colour away from the meeting, unable to hear what’s going on. They get to know each other and the Regent just a little better.

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Book 17. Part Three. 13

Getting things back on track. What? You thought I would listen in to three girls gossiping? On the first hand, that’s rude; on the second hand, it’s boring. On the gripping hand Aurie would kill me.

So, it’s the next day. A little exercise before Aurie meets with the Texas Secretary of State. Who will be mad as a hornet about the blockade.

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