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lagilmanWriting a scene on the newsly titled CURSE THE DARK. Motoring along reasonably well, coming to a decent breaking point and feeling good...
and then I come to a whiplash-inducing halt. Because my character was about
to say something a New Yorker would not say, could not say, not in any way
that wouldn't totally destroy the balance of the moment.
So I had to find another quip-y way to describe the detonation point of an explosion.
The fun's gone a little out of the scene. But only a little. Melancholy-tempered snark suits Sergei, I think. The Russian blood comes through.
Slow moving on the story today, mainly due to Other Shit Happening. But 1600 keeper words, and on to the next chapter tomorrow.
and then I come to a whiplash-inducing halt. Because my character was about
to say something a New Yorker would not say, could not say, not in any way
that wouldn't totally destroy the balance of the moment.
So I had to find another quip-y way to describe the detonation point of an explosion.
The fun's gone a little out of the scene. But only a little. Melancholy-tempered snark suits Sergei, I think. The Russian blood comes through.
Slow moving on the story today, mainly due to Other Shit Happening. But 1600 keeper words, and on to the next chapter tomorrow.
