I'm gonna respond to comments, I swear to god. I will do it tonight. It's just been a no-fly zone around here over the last week. [HORRIFYING TMI TIME!] I had an ovarian cyst burst Thursday night and the pain knocked me on my ass. Then when I went to the doctor he gave me drugs that knocked me on my ass twice, because apparently Percocet and I do not get along. I would rather be sobbing in pain than have the nausea I had for four days over the weekend. Bleh. Lesson learned.
Anyway, I'm making this post now when I should be sorting out my PMP, because it's become impossible for me to focus on anything else while I'm trying to work through this story. I have lots of questions and none of them are rhetorical and I seem to just be chasing my tail mentally so I thought I might lob them out here and see if anyone's willing to discuss some of this with me. I sometimes just need someone to ask the right question to get me back on track.
First, to get you in the mood, a bit of dialogue that will most certainly not make it in, but that amused the shit out of me. Isn't it great that I at least amuse myself? Ah, I will never feel unwanted as long as that's the case.
"Neutron star?"( Click here for waffling about superhero tropes and transgender/gender fluid issues and narrative weight. No, please, really, I'm most concerned about this gender fluid thing and I want to do it thoughtfully if I can do it at all. )
The waves of energy roiled around Eli, shimmering gold and warping his field of vision. Grant looked like a mirage being cast from a thousand yards away in the desert, his lines wavering and glitching. His feet didn’t look like they were touching the ground. It’s entirely possible they weren’t. “The collapse was a bitch, and so was that savior of yours.”
"No, seriously," Grant said. He cocked his head and crossed his arms. His jaw clenched and unclenched a few times. Eli knew him well enough to know Grant was holding back laughter. "You’re saying she turned you into a neut."
"I got better," Eli said dryly.
Does that all make sense? Is there a problem with the general premise that I really need to fix before I can make sure the gender stuff comes across okay? I had this idea a week ago and I've just been banging my head against it the whole time. Which isn't really different from the way I usually approach projects. I was trying to explain this to Em at lunch and she just made this face and told me I had really complicated thoughts. Which is true, but that's because my brain makes me work my way around the block before it will let me see a possible connection that I was standing EXACTLY OPPOSITE FROM when I started. All writing is like this for me. Hell, all living is like this for me. It's a wonder I get out of bed.