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Feb. 14th, 2005 12:58 amScenes revised today: 2.2, 2.3. 2.4, and started 3.1 (for a total of 1085 words, because they were alarmingly wee scenes)
Tyop du jour: She tried not to look through open doorways as they walked, keeping her eyes on the doctor's thick black brain instead.
I'm trying to explain to Liz the concept of emotional range. That there is a register between "I've always been the tower" stoicism and "these wounds won't to seem to heal, this pain is just too real" angst. She just looks at me with big serious eyes and asks if she could have a nightgaunt, please, if I'm giving them away.
*facepalm*
But if she's a good girl, someday she can lead an army of ghouls and nightgaunts through the dreamlands. On a ship, even.
Tyop du jour: She tried not to look through open doorways as they walked, keeping her eyes on the doctor's thick black brain instead.
I'm trying to explain to Liz the concept of emotional range. That there is a register between "I've always been the tower" stoicism and "these wounds won't to seem to heal, this pain is just too real" angst. She just looks at me with big serious eyes and asks if she could have a nightgaunt, please, if I'm giving them away.
*facepalm*
But if she's a good girl, someday she can lead an army of ghouls and nightgaunts through the dreamlands. On a ship, even.
