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But a hundred or so of the words are added to Chapter 13 so my guy could get a backpack at the same time as he gets a change of clothes.
The rest is in Chapter 14, where he is foraging with Forager Girl who has just acquired a name. She likes my guy a lot, I don't see how I can keep them out of bed!
Next they'll make dinner and we'll see what happens after that. Forager Girl has to throw him out in a while -- I have sowed the seeds for that, she doesn't like that he is aimless. But at this rate I won't be able to finish with her till the end of the chapter, and I won't be able to do more than foreshadow Labor Ready.
And I realize I've done the same thing to the superstitious wino that I did to pie -- I've gone and mucked up his timing, and I have to rework the cues so I can get him in before Candelario.
One nice thing about Forager Girl being around for pages and pages before she says her name, is that the reader is wondering "is she or is she ain't the Araceli who "had her way with" our guy?" I like this tension. Emma and I watched "The Bicycle Thief" the other night and one of the things that gets you going is you know from the title that the guy's bike will be stolen and you spend a long time thinking "oh crap, is this when it gets stolen?" -- everytime he turns his back. And I thought that was very nice. So this young woman shows up and starts telling our guy all this stuff, and he takes the initiative of telling her a name before she even asks him, so the reader will have to expect that she'll say her name is Araceli, and then she doesn't. Oh, and the title is now _Araceli's Wish_ so the reader is looking for Araceli and her wish.
And to think that the first time I tried to write this, I started out with my guy meeting Candelario right off, and Araceli was a background detail, and well, a lot of these people weren't here. Of course, my guy didn't have other ways to make a living yet either, and he also was actively searching for the person he could stay with.
As for the subject line -- Frank's MCATs are tomorrow -- six hours of tests -- he's been ranting at me about the vagueness of the study questions and looking up biochem he needs to remember. We've been talking about what he wants for dinner tonight, breakfast in the morning, what to take for lunch. I have to go to the store and get potatoes,a roast beef and jack cheese sandwich, and we'll have fluffy pancakes at six-thirty in the morning. And I'm taking Emma to the City after I take Frank to the test, so we can get her a kilt for the piobaireachd competition. Yes. I'm buying her a doggarned kilt. And it has to be green, because if she goes to UCSC next year she'll be in the Santa Cruz Pipes and Drums with Jay Salter. We'll see about the damned sporran (and of course the only one that appeals to her is the $350 fine shoe-leather one with the ghillie brogue style piercing and fringing -- fortunately not the one made out of a whole badger!
I expect Frank to do well on the MCATs. They've got such a complicated system oif scoring I haven't quite grasped it, but they boil it down to fifteen points per section, but there are lots more questions than that. And you get more points for answering a question that other people couldn't, so I guess they don't even know how the test will be scored exactly until hafter it has been given. The whole medical school application thing is complicated. They publish a book about the way to get in, and it includes pages and pages of statistics and graphs -- a given medical school admits about 3% of its applicants, but a majority of applicants get in to some school somewhere -- which means you just have to apply to a lot of schools. You do it centrally, through the medical colleges association website, and you just specify which schools and pay a fee for every school you want them to send your stuff to. I told him to go for as many as he wants to -- but a lot of them, at least ten or fifteen, more like 20. Then he's more likely to have a choice as to which school to go to.He's keeping an open mind, but his mind tends toward emergency room work, just as when he was fourteen and first thought of doing this. So he wants the school to be associated with a Level I Trauma Center.
Oh, I found thirty-seven seconds of "Too Long in This Condition," which is the other piobaireachd Emma knows, not her competition one. It's at the website of her teacher's band: Santa Cruz Pipes and Drums Audio Samples
Off to take care of business, weakly.
The rest is in Chapter 14, where he is foraging with Forager Girl who has just acquired a name. She likes my guy a lot, I don't see how I can keep them out of bed!
Next they'll make dinner and we'll see what happens after that. Forager Girl has to throw him out in a while -- I have sowed the seeds for that, she doesn't like that he is aimless. But at this rate I won't be able to finish with her till the end of the chapter, and I won't be able to do more than foreshadow Labor Ready.
And I realize I've done the same thing to the superstitious wino that I did to pie -- I've gone and mucked up his timing, and I have to rework the cues so I can get him in before Candelario.
One nice thing about Forager Girl being around for pages and pages before she says her name, is that the reader is wondering "is she or is she ain't the Araceli who "had her way with" our guy?" I like this tension. Emma and I watched "The Bicycle Thief" the other night and one of the things that gets you going is you know from the title that the guy's bike will be stolen and you spend a long time thinking "oh crap, is this when it gets stolen?" -- everytime he turns his back. And I thought that was very nice. So this young woman shows up and starts telling our guy all this stuff, and he takes the initiative of telling her a name before she even asks him, so the reader will have to expect that she'll say her name is Araceli, and then she doesn't. Oh, and the title is now _Araceli's Wish_ so the reader is looking for Araceli and her wish.
And to think that the first time I tried to write this, I started out with my guy meeting Candelario right off, and Araceli was a background detail, and well, a lot of these people weren't here. Of course, my guy didn't have other ways to make a living yet either, and he also was actively searching for the person he could stay with.
As for the subject line -- Frank's MCATs are tomorrow -- six hours of tests -- he's been ranting at me about the vagueness of the study questions and looking up biochem he needs to remember. We've been talking about what he wants for dinner tonight, breakfast in the morning, what to take for lunch. I have to go to the store and get potatoes,a roast beef and jack cheese sandwich, and we'll have fluffy pancakes at six-thirty in the morning. And I'm taking Emma to the City after I take Frank to the test, so we can get her a kilt for the piobaireachd competition. Yes. I'm buying her a doggarned kilt. And it has to be green, because if she goes to UCSC next year she'll be in the Santa Cruz Pipes and Drums with Jay Salter. We'll see about the damned sporran (and of course the only one that appeals to her is the $350 fine shoe-leather one with the ghillie brogue style piercing and fringing -- fortunately not the one made out of a whole badger!
I expect Frank to do well on the MCATs. They've got such a complicated system oif scoring I haven't quite grasped it, but they boil it down to fifteen points per section, but there are lots more questions than that. And you get more points for answering a question that other people couldn't, so I guess they don't even know how the test will be scored exactly until hafter it has been given. The whole medical school application thing is complicated. They publish a book about the way to get in, and it includes pages and pages of statistics and graphs -- a given medical school admits about 3% of its applicants, but a majority of applicants get in to some school somewhere -- which means you just have to apply to a lot of schools. You do it centrally, through the medical colleges association website, and you just specify which schools and pay a fee for every school you want them to send your stuff to. I told him to go for as many as he wants to -- but a lot of them, at least ten or fifteen, more like 20. Then he's more likely to have a choice as to which school to go to.He's keeping an open mind, but his mind tends toward emergency room work, just as when he was fourteen and first thought of doing this. So he wants the school to be associated with a Level I Trauma Center.
Oh, I found thirty-seven seconds of "Too Long in This Condition," which is the other piobaireachd Emma knows, not her competition one. It's at the website of her teacher's band: Santa Cruz Pipes and Drums Audio Samples
Off to take care of business, weakly.