Because I knew you...

[themeletor]

So, here's the deal.

We're working on PtT 25, and I suddenly realize, on a reread, that James is being a precocious so-not-fourteen-year-old git and trying to be all stiff-spined and stony. Is this in fact the same boy that ran away in PtT 19? Well he claims it's got something to do with the French kid. I want to justify it that way (partly because I really like a good portion of what I've got written so far, and am leery of a rewrite), really I do, but I'm not sure if it works.

Someone want to, ah, look it over? Weighs in at about 500 words, with your choice of AIM, e-mail, or a combination of the two.

John and I are doing hoopskirt-work from 1:35 until whenever that gets settled, but other than that I'm SO FREE. Until 3:15, when I go home and have no internet, for reasons that I'll not gripe about here.

Mmkay?

Comments

[pinkparisian.livejournal.com]

Eeks, I hope you gets your net back soonies, and good luck wif your hoopskirt.

This post also proves that I must read SeaLegs more often. >_

[gryphons-lair.livejournal.com]

Good luck on assembling the hoop, and I hope your net-curfew doesn't have anything to do with last weekend?

[meletor-et-al.livejournal.com]

No, not at all. It has to do with me needing to learn to be less snippy and uncivil while in the throes of writing for the first time in what feels like *far* too long.

[gryphons-lair.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, I know that state of mind.

There were a few times last week when fairestcat stuck her head in my room, asked how it was going, and I growled, "Fine. Tricky bit. Go 'way."

Which she did, bless her.