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. . . and only an hour and a half till the nice fellow comes home and starts acting wistful about the computer.
My house was full of young men (well, three of them) this morning. Last night Frank and Keith were talking about what they're looking for in a woman. They both said: "She doesn't have to be gorgeous, though pretty is nice: she has to have a plan, something of her own that she does, and be able to understand what I do --" and Frank also said, "and she has to come later." Not Keith: he thinks doomed relationships are poignant.
Keith said: no poets: no writers: but she can be any other kind of artist. He said he's "fine with" being a father five years or so from now. Frank stayed silent on both those issues.
This is how old they are -- when I was Frank's age, I was pregnant with him. When I was Keith's age, I was deciding not to have a second kid just yet. But I had not finished my BA yet.
When my father was Frank's age, he had two children, had barely finished his BS in Public Health, and was working on the railroad. No plan.
So I have my guy tied up in the back seat of the Boss's car, and they're driving to his place in Woodside or something. I don't have to locate the place exactly, since they're going to move out of it and into an office suite in Santa Clara in two chapters. But this thing I'm trying to get, this not-cruel,not-malicious, but thoroughly not-good Boss, that's going to take time I think. He's one of those guys where it's a race to see if they're so greedy that it makes them stupid, or if they're so smart that they get away with it. It's the former, in this case, but only barely.
I am so uninterested in sadistic villains. There's a couple of sadists thrown around in the background of this, but they aren't features, because why? Everybody knows what they look like in a story. They're just a car chase on two legs -- a flashy trope to mark time in the story, to signal that we're having excitement now. I don't think a book like this one needs that kind of marker. I think people read it for different reasons than they read car chase and sadistic-villain books.
My house was full of young men (well, three of them) this morning. Last night Frank and Keith were talking about what they're looking for in a woman. They both said: "She doesn't have to be gorgeous, though pretty is nice: she has to have a plan, something of her own that she does, and be able to understand what I do --" and Frank also said, "and she has to come later." Not Keith: he thinks doomed relationships are poignant.
Keith said: no poets: no writers: but she can be any other kind of artist. He said he's "fine with" being a father five years or so from now. Frank stayed silent on both those issues.
This is how old they are -- when I was Frank's age, I was pregnant with him. When I was Keith's age, I was deciding not to have a second kid just yet. But I had not finished my BA yet.
When my father was Frank's age, he had two children, had barely finished his BS in Public Health, and was working on the railroad. No plan.
So I have my guy tied up in the back seat of the Boss's car, and they're driving to his place in Woodside or something. I don't have to locate the place exactly, since they're going to move out of it and into an office suite in Santa Clara in two chapters. But this thing I'm trying to get, this not-cruel,not-malicious, but thoroughly not-good Boss, that's going to take time I think. He's one of those guys where it's a race to see if they're so greedy that it makes them stupid, or if they're so smart that they get away with it. It's the former, in this case, but only barely.
I am so uninterested in sadistic villains. There's a couple of sadists thrown around in the background of this, but they aren't features, because why? Everybody knows what they look like in a story. They're just a car chase on two legs -- a flashy trope to mark time in the story, to signal that we're having excitement now. I don't think a book like this one needs that kind of marker. I think people read it for different reasons than they read car chase and sadistic-villain books.
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