Past and present
May. 23rd, 2006 11:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ksmithCurrent working on Incident, which is going well...although more slowly than I hoped. Close to 15K words now. It's definitely going to be longer than I thought. Hope editor will still want it.
Jani performed scanpack surgery today. Had to dig up the surgery scene in CODE for suitable detail. I wrote that scene in 1997? 1998? Read it now, and realized that boy, I left things out. Certain details don't seem right, but I'm rather committed at this point. I tried to bridge gaps in this new scene, add steps that I seem to have skipped in CODE, hopefully without bogging things down.
The scanpack version of meatball surgery.
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Jani plucked an antiseptic pen from its slot and activated it. The beam shone purple in the dim light, reflected strange pale blue off the surfaces of dust motes. Someday I'll do surgery in a clean room again and my 'pack will go into shock. She stuck the other end of the pen in her mouth, then removed a small bottle of nerve solder from its slot, opened it, and poured a few drops into a heat cup she'd freed from another recess. The solder looked like molasses and smelled like nothing until it hit the surface of the cup. It thinned immediately, its characteristic meaty aroma tickling her nose and making her mouth water. I should've eaten something first. Unfortunately, nothing she had in her cooler smelled as good as the solder.
Jani performed scanpack surgery today. Had to dig up the surgery scene in CODE for suitable detail. I wrote that scene in 1997? 1998? Read it now, and realized that boy, I left things out. Certain details don't seem right, but I'm rather committed at this point. I tried to bridge gaps in this new scene, add steps that I seem to have skipped in CODE, hopefully without bogging things down.
The scanpack version of meatball surgery.
***********************
Jani plucked an antiseptic pen from its slot and activated it. The beam shone purple in the dim light, reflected strange pale blue off the surfaces of dust motes. Someday I'll do surgery in a clean room again and my 'pack will go into shock. She stuck the other end of the pen in her mouth, then removed a small bottle of nerve solder from its slot, opened it, and poured a few drops into a heat cup she'd freed from another recess. The solder looked like molasses and smelled like nothing until it hit the surface of the cup. It thinned immediately, its characteristic meaty aroma tickling her nose and making her mouth water. I should've eaten something first. Unfortunately, nothing she had in her cooler smelled as good as the solder.
