How the Writing Is Going: March 27, 2022

On Friday afternoon, word count for book three of this series was approximately 12, 200. The last scene the author read to us — cut short, alas, because he’d run out of time — was tremendously fun to hear, although I was surprised by one of the characters in it. I mean, I knew she’d be in this story — she has to be — but I didn’t expect to see her there, in the Intro to Physics class one of the main characters is taking at university. Sitting right next to that main character, no less.

Even during the other plot thread through this portion of the book, there was a funny moment. Or rather, Grace’s comment on something said by the viewpoint character in that scene made us laugh a lot, partly because of how unexpected her comment was.

It went something like this:

Paul read, “‘They still haven’t learned not to harm people under my protection,’ said Drake. ‘So I will teach them.'” [Not an exact quote — I don’t have access to the manuscript right now.]

…And then Grace said, “Drake’s gotta teach ’em stuff,” mimicking Yondu’s sidekick in the first Guardians of the Galaxy movie.

I think it took Paul more than two minutes to stop laughing.

The first order of business during tomorrow’s writing session(s) will be finishing the scene with Geoffrey in physics class: apparently the professor has something to say to him as soon as class is over. And the aftermath of the “daring rescue” sequence in the other thread. I don’t know what happens after that — I guess I’ll have to wait until Monday afternoon to find out.

Maybe he’ll let me share a small excerpt from the “physics class” scene. Dr. H is… Well, I don’t think you actually have to know anything about her to be entertained by her lecture style, at least. (Paul says he based much of that scene on his own experiences at university, by the way.)

A little bit off-topic but still somewhat relevant: Yesterday, we somehow found ourselves discussing how one could get cell phone reception, of all things, through the Andover Gate. It could be done. All that would be necessary is a relay right on this side of the Gate, another right on the other side, and then a fiber optic cable running from that relay to another relay at the cave entrance. We also talked about someone native to Haefenspoint but nevertheless familiar with technology such as cell phones making a snarky/sarcastic (yes, sarcastic — deal with it) comment at the expense of the anthropologists who will inevitably be traveling through the Gate to study the culture on the other side. It’s their own fault, though, for always declaring that objects they can’t identify must be “of religious/ritual significance.” 

 

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About Thomas Weaver

For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor). I'm physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have eight cats. I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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