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Steps and stages...

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I breeched another section of the book that was causing me serious agita. This is in Houston, and it's a fairly substantial link that needed writing. Brendan's rebuilding his life and has put together a new family, not just with his Aunt, Uncle and cousins but co-workers and people he's met. One is a part-time waitress at a bar he works for. She reads a lot of SF by female authors like Andre Norton, Octavia Butler and Ursula LeGuin, and he finds he likes one of the books she gives him. They wind up as lovers, even though she's older than him by a good ten years, but he feels comfortable with her because she's also solitary in her ways. Turns out it's because she's trying to keep hidden from her husband, but the guy shows up, things explode and Brendan's new family all but disintegrates around him. My consistent whine about this is, it's all so superficial. I'm skating over the incidents with near-cliched actions and words in order to keep go

Section One has a complete first draft...

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It's not great; some parts are really more a skimming through the story to link sections more deeply written, but know I know what I need to know, learn and dig into. Next comes Section Two -- Houston, of which I have about half written...maybe 40%. I'm about to find out. Right now I'm fighting with myself over something I did at the end of One that will cause difficulties in Two and Three if I don't change it, but which works really, really well, as is. I may be about to kill a darling of mine... FWIW, the sections are: 1 -- Derry 2 -- Houston 3 -- Return

Brendan and Joanna in Dublin...

This part is before Brendan takes Joanna to Grianan Aileach, before Internment and Bloody Sunday, when things were only beginning to seem dangerously out of control. Brendan's agreed to deliver a letter for Colm and is leery doing it but agrees because of their long friendship... __________________ The bus took us down to O’Connell and the conductor pointed us to Trinity. And we got there with no trouble and looked it over, and the only thing Joanna said about it was, “It’s dingy.” There was truth in that, without question. And it seemed small for its reputation. So we left and went walking down the Liffey to the Ha’penny Bridge. Crossed over and wandered about some more till we were back on O’Connell. Dublin seemed not only busy but brusque and I was taken aback at the quickness of everyone’s pace. It was an embarrassment after what I’d promised Joanna it’d be. But she seemed not to mind. Another driver told us which bus was for Clontarf, and we found the address with little dif

Roadblocked till now...

One of the joys of my little library is finding information I need in a book I bought years ago...and that information helping me bypass a possible roadblock while helping the story. I'm still working on section one of the book, but I've just got two bits to connect and that'll be that much done. Way behind schedule, but... Here's some of what I've written...this takes place after Bloody Sunday, where Brendan sees men and boys being gunned down by Army Paratroopers who've run amok. ---------------- I turned sixteen on Wednesday, but without celebration; the day was taken up with funerals for eleven of those killed. Tens of thousands filled Creggan to the point it was difficult to move or even breathe. I was in the middle of it with Eammon and once even thought to ask him if I could use his inhaler, but he was fighting to keep at my side and I could tell he was having trouble at it. I was glad he hadn’t been on the march. Word spread of marches througho