I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Random thoughts on the morning commute

Peddle-bike taxis in the Congo, going up and down hills. Peddle-bike taxis would make more sense than foot cabs in San Fransico. Should change that over.

In the first paragraph, Avram needs to see the Relic's batteries as being low, and relate that to his own faith. Those two things need to happen in that first paragraph, and there we've set up most of the story. Also, I should include more of his feelings toward Grace when I first introduce her. That will make Avram seem more sympathetic.

"La Barbie" is arrested in Mexico, and he's a US citizen. I wonder what it would be like during an outer-space alien invasion, would there be those who would cross over cultures like that?

Writing, it's not just a passion, it's a sickness.

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