Writing

 When I last worked on The Dose Makes the Poison (for S2B2), I was disappointed in the trajectory. I knew where I wanted it to head, the climax was going to be both physical and emotional. But rereading it today, I kind of like how it ends (whereas when I wrote it, it felt like it just stopped) I think I might still be able to put those last scenes in, with a different emotional hook, but can't decide if they are necessary. I'll have to give it some thought. 

Also after spending over an hour searching, but I still have no Googlefu. Would a constable do his rounds, walk the beat, something else? What is a 1930 British equivalent of going cold turkey? Or barely scraping by/head barely above water? So many little words I'm probably using wrong. I thought this would be easier because I've read several series set in Britain between the wars. Only I guess none of the POV are ordinary coppers. 

Why is it that I have so many finished stories that aren't complete? I spent six months on my 1001 Nights story, but discovered a problem near the beginning that I think I know to correct and one towards the end I have no clue on. My second draft of Gestures is better than the first, but also got stuck near the center. Something is wrong with it and forging ahead isn't going to work any better than it did last time (I think my POV is too passive in the middle, so I need to switch POVs to a more active character, which could be done by giving each person a part or "book" or by adding other POV near the beginning. I have some ideas for this, but no motivation. And I still have two other 15k+ stories that didn't pan out the way I wanted them to, either by feeling flat or incomplete. Ugh.

Animal prompt?

Weeks ago, when visiting my mother, we went for a walk at the park/mill pond across the street. We saw turtles sunning themselves and a frog, and a snake that lay across the path, so lazy (or cold) that it didn't respond to the lady in front of us who nearly tripped over it. And we saw a goose family, but not like any I had seen before. This one had three parents: one white goose and two Canada, and three goslings. Two of the goslings had the beginning of a dark band around the tops of their necks, which none of the parents did and neither did any of the goslings I googled.

But in my head they are a mama (the light one), a papa, and a daddy.

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