Day 7: I See You In Seven Weeks!
June 17, 2008
The title doesn’t *really* have anything to do with what this post talks about, but it’s still true.
Good evening, Hayley, it’s Tuesday, June 17th, and I’ve been away from my computer all day. That is why this post, like La Boheme, comes in four acts parts:
Part One: My Half
It didn’t come today. It has now been a week. The way I see it, there are four (ha! sub-parts!) options, each less likely than the one before it…
- The package got lost/damaged in the mail, and I’ll never get it
- It is still on its way, but veryveryvery late for some unknown reason
- There was a mistake in the address and it ended up in Akron again and you’ll need to resend it
- You lied to me and didn’t mail it at all and were merely hoping I wouldn’t notice, and plan on sending it the second you get back.
… yes, okay, that last one is grasping at straws. But at least in that version of the story, my Half still exists.
Part Two: Roxanne
Swear to God, lately I’ve just been seeing her everywhere. Today’s wasn’t as uncannily lookalike-tacular as some, but she was wearing a blue dress so she got more points.
YES, that was totally worth a part.
Part Three: Ender’s Game
I bought Ender’s Game on that day when I got that big ol’ pile of books you told me I should have read years ago, but only just started (and finished) it today.
I enjoyed it thoroughly. It was kind of Hogwarts-in-Space, but in a super intense, unwhimsical way. And it was very, very masculine. The way he wrote the narrative was just very… instead of focusing on interpersonal dynamics, it was group dynamics; everything was strategy. It was fascinating. I recommend it.
Part Four: Keeping Faith
I rewrote the kiss last night, and something FUGGING CRAZY happened.
I wrote it from Faith.
And… and I think it works.
Which isn’t to say that I’m happy with it–I’ll probably end up more finicky with this scene than any other. I’d say I may not even let you read it when you get back, but we both know that’s not true. Basically I love what I’m saying, but not how I’m saying it. Not yet.
You know… it’s funny. The whole project is called Keeping Faith, but the more I write it and the more clear it becomes, the more that I feel that David’s the one I’m losing.
Odd.
