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I had no idea I was going to have a flashback at this point. I thought this stuff came in the chapters that come after this one, but it turned out that while I was describing my guy being at loose ends because he's not hungry or fleeing at the moment, he also remembered some things about life in the research group, and the way he figured out how to get fed when he first hit the road. This is a good thing, because while I knew what comes next chronologically between the man at the bar and the Boss, it wasn't going to take up enough space, geometrically -- my guy has some time to experiment with the window cleaning dodge and melting into the crowd of homeless in the City. Yes, I know, I could do a dozen little adventures here, there's a whole scene I know enough about to write, but honestly I think it would be a distraction. Well, maybe I'll reconsider that in revision. But I think that the exact right place for the Boss is at the end of this chapter.
My kid is living a little bit like this right now. It's different, of course: he has a wad of money and I'll feed him more if he needs it -- but he's bouncing around from campsite to campsite to motel, after having left a den of thieves and miscreants who smoked in the halls (he's the canary-in-a-coal-mine for second-hand smoke, and he's been recovering from a bad cough the whole time he's been up there). He's not too put out about it, because he's totally focussed on learning Spanish and preparing for the MCAT. THe other thing he spends his time on is working out in the gym at the college. And Lake Tahoe is beautiful. So it's not a bad way to spend a summer, even if it is lonely.
My _other_ kid is being Golden Child: studying Japanese at the University, taking belly dancing and swing dancing, and practicing up for two piobrocheadh competitions. She gets recruitment letters from small colleges.
Now I'm giving the computer to the nice fellow, who had a short day at work and is needing a break from installing glass brick over the bathroom door.
When I come back to the computer, I'll know how I want to begin writing the window cleaning dodge and the advent of the Boss. Actually, I know that scene by heart.
My kid is living a little bit like this right now. It's different, of course: he has a wad of money and I'll feed him more if he needs it -- but he's bouncing around from campsite to campsite to motel, after having left a den of thieves and miscreants who smoked in the halls (he's the canary-in-a-coal-mine for second-hand smoke, and he's been recovering from a bad cough the whole time he's been up there). He's not too put out about it, because he's totally focussed on learning Spanish and preparing for the MCAT. THe other thing he spends his time on is working out in the gym at the college. And Lake Tahoe is beautiful. So it's not a bad way to spend a summer, even if it is lonely.
My _other_ kid is being Golden Child: studying Japanese at the University, taking belly dancing and swing dancing, and practicing up for two piobrocheadh competitions. She gets recruitment letters from small colleges.
Now I'm giving the computer to the nice fellow, who had a short day at work and is needing a break from installing glass brick over the bathroom door.
When I come back to the computer, I'll know how I want to begin writing the window cleaning dodge and the advent of the Boss. Actually, I know that scene by heart.
