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Look, I almost made my quota! (actually, I did make it, because I wrote a couple of sentences farther back in the chapter)
So I'm struggling to remember how I handled the discovery of concrete evidence of criminal behavior on the part of this one guy at the refugee camp, and I just say, okay, I'm going to do it over from scratch. There was some reason I had decided formerly not to use the sexual exploitation of the "grandnieces and grandnephews" as the breakthrough, though it was clear to me that that was one of the things that was going on. I couldn't remember what the reason was -- I thought it might have been that I thought it was trite and cheap, too easy. Anyway, I decided that it was the way to go, this time. And so I needed a kid for my protagonist to catch peddling her stuff in the next town, and I remembered I had already made a walk-on kid who was pretty handy, so I went back and gave her a name, a line of dialog, and poof! there she was. And so my guy interrupts her negotiations . . . and now I have to figure out how the next bit goes, but more prominent is the fact that I have yet another minor character knocking around and I don't want to just forget about her when this part is over. The easy and cheap thing to do would be to have the sleazeball kill her when she tells all about the business, but that's stupid and not the kind of story I'm telling anyway. Anyway, I like her. She seems shy when we first meet her, but later we realize she's just sullen.
I figure she shows up again in episode 3, ten years later, in the literacy program that happens there. The sleazeball is already showing up again in the second episode, promising to provide black market vaccines for an impending epidemic.
I meant to get a picture of the poison oak, which is leafing out at an alarming rate, but I ran out of batteries after I took six shots of the red tail hawk at the top of the Monterey pine -- 2 of them came out pretty good, but I'm a little puzzled about the Scrapbook right now. People on the Scrapbook community speak of having 500 photos, but I had less than 150 and I didn't have space for more. I also took a picture of Emma which is really sweet, though it wasn't exactly what I was trying to get -- which was a picture of her reading. I have in mind the "reader photographed" contest put on by Bookshop Santa Cruz each summer.
So I'm struggling to remember how I handled the discovery of concrete evidence of criminal behavior on the part of this one guy at the refugee camp, and I just say, okay, I'm going to do it over from scratch. There was some reason I had decided formerly not to use the sexual exploitation of the "grandnieces and grandnephews" as the breakthrough, though it was clear to me that that was one of the things that was going on. I couldn't remember what the reason was -- I thought it might have been that I thought it was trite and cheap, too easy. Anyway, I decided that it was the way to go, this time. And so I needed a kid for my protagonist to catch peddling her stuff in the next town, and I remembered I had already made a walk-on kid who was pretty handy, so I went back and gave her a name, a line of dialog, and poof! there she was. And so my guy interrupts her negotiations . . . and now I have to figure out how the next bit goes, but more prominent is the fact that I have yet another minor character knocking around and I don't want to just forget about her when this part is over. The easy and cheap thing to do would be to have the sleazeball kill her when she tells all about the business, but that's stupid and not the kind of story I'm telling anyway. Anyway, I like her. She seems shy when we first meet her, but later we realize she's just sullen.
I figure she shows up again in episode 3, ten years later, in the literacy program that happens there. The sleazeball is already showing up again in the second episode, promising to provide black market vaccines for an impending epidemic.
I meant to get a picture of the poison oak, which is leafing out at an alarming rate, but I ran out of batteries after I took six shots of the red tail hawk at the top of the Monterey pine -- 2 of them came out pretty good, but I'm a little puzzled about the Scrapbook right now. People on the Scrapbook community speak of having 500 photos, but I had less than 150 and I didn't have space for more. I also took a picture of Emma which is really sweet, though it wasn't exactly what I was trying to get -- which was a picture of her reading. I have in mind the "reader photographed" contest put on by Bookshop Santa Cruz each summer.