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

Monday, July 13, 2009

Well, it's traditional, yeah, traditional

Started Chapter 16 on lunch. Got about 500 words out, so far the overall action is what I thought it would be (which is always a Good Thing(tm)). However, it went a little bit toward the steamy side. It's cliche, but then most noir stories have a sexy widow with the long gams who tempts our hero, so I think I'm within the genre parameters. And, yes, she does have legs that go all the way up. Although she's wearing slacks (which I don't think was in the classic noir detective story vocabulary, but I'll make do).

She seems somewhat concerned for her former husband (who may still be alive), at least at this point, but I don't think she's really going that direction. I think it will end up she wants to smack him around a little before she kills him.

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