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nyykiOkay, I think the first rough draft of Déjà vu 3: Presque Vu is done. I don’t do rough drafts much at all, because I tend to know what I want to say and how to get there, but this one is sort of like a fighter jet flying over Europe and passing all the small villages at supersonic speeds, so I’m sure there’ll be places where I’ll want to expand on things or put in scenes I skipped. It sits at 303 pages right now, the shortest of the trilogy. This one is the most science heavy of the three, though less involved in quantum mechanics than in information theory. I have no idea for a cover yet.
What’s next? No idea. I think there’s a decent probability that I’ll spend some time working at short lengths, and I’ve got the dribbling’s of another His Majesty’s Lieutenant Inspector Peep story rolling around in my head, but there’s also the possibility I’ll get back to the Holly and the Wizards novels – at least with those I’ve got clear book covers in mind for them.
One of the frustrating difficulties is that I’m feeling isolated again. It’s been worse this year, though I was spared the dark days of early April this time around. Digital communication doesn’t have the full range of experience in person interaction does, and this is my primary digital forum save for the PBEM games I’m in, which are doing the Summer Lag because so many people are taking vacations and spending more time outdoors instead of inside with their computers for company. The quarter century noniversary of my divorce is coming up in twelve days, so that’s something, and since I’ve had to Any Port in a Storm my reading choices I’m dealing with three-dimensional characters in formula plots with happy ever after terminations. And why does it seem to be the mandatory thing to have a love triangle in a YA or NA novel? That is, like totally, so done to death. Is it aimed at female readers because they put themselves in the place of the female lead and the idea of having two males both wanting her is somehow attractive? And while I’m at it, what is the fascination of guys with facial hair? Is it some sort of virility dynamic, or a mountain man fantasy, or something I’m missing because I like smooth faced faces that won’t scrub my skin like a nylon dish scrubber? Maybe it’s in the same league with that forearms thing.
So yeah, my head is giving me difficulties again. But still…
Like one on a lonely road, who walks in numbness defined,
And having looked ‘round walks on, and looks no more behind,
‘Cause she knows that nobody, nothingness, is all that she will find.
Sort of sums it up for me right now. Excuse me while I find something else to distract me from this mood – it’s so useful to be able to pull the wool over my own eyes when I need to.
What’s next? No idea. I think there’s a decent probability that I’ll spend some time working at short lengths, and I’ve got the dribbling’s of another His Majesty’s Lieutenant Inspector Peep story rolling around in my head, but there’s also the possibility I’ll get back to the Holly and the Wizards novels – at least with those I’ve got clear book covers in mind for them.
One of the frustrating difficulties is that I’m feeling isolated again. It’s been worse this year, though I was spared the dark days of early April this time around. Digital communication doesn’t have the full range of experience in person interaction does, and this is my primary digital forum save for the PBEM games I’m in, which are doing the Summer Lag because so many people are taking vacations and spending more time outdoors instead of inside with their computers for company. The quarter century noniversary of my divorce is coming up in twelve days, so that’s something, and since I’ve had to Any Port in a Storm my reading choices I’m dealing with three-dimensional characters in formula plots with happy ever after terminations. And why does it seem to be the mandatory thing to have a love triangle in a YA or NA novel? That is, like totally, so done to death. Is it aimed at female readers because they put themselves in the place of the female lead and the idea of having two males both wanting her is somehow attractive? And while I’m at it, what is the fascination of guys with facial hair? Is it some sort of virility dynamic, or a mountain man fantasy, or something I’m missing because I like smooth faced faces that won’t scrub my skin like a nylon dish scrubber? Maybe it’s in the same league with that forearms thing.
So yeah, my head is giving me difficulties again. But still…
Like one on a lonely road, who walks in numbness defined,
And having looked ‘round walks on, and looks no more behind,
‘Cause she knows that nobody, nothingness, is all that she will find.
Sort of sums it up for me right now. Excuse me while I find something else to distract me from this mood – it’s so useful to be able to pull the wool over my own eyes when I need to.
