Chapter 12: Oration

A lot of exposition here. All this is an odd counterpoint to the older kids, who are back from their weekend camp and crashed around the house. Spouse is down for the depression count, with good reason. And I'm feeling trivial and silly that I'm writing this erotic SF novel when there's a perfectly good world out there waiting to be noticed. (Note to self: brick up the windows and door, they're getting to be too much of a distraction.)

For some reason dialog comes easy to me. What's hard is all the times I've had to go back and rewrite history to make the plot twists work, be foreshadowed, or to erase a telling line that pokes a bit of a hole in the story line. I'm learning a lot about the craft from this little effort, and I'm a bit bummed I didn't use this as an opportunity to write a non-fiction novel from some family stories. Well, there's always December for that. Shit, I have to do it in December; I'm presenting it in early January! Nuts! Well, good thing there's a Winter Break.