The Sorcerer's Progress (Page 60 of 62)

There are no plot holes until amy has wandered along and found some plank your mc has overlooked and the story bursts into flame

Ah, but to what extend does our external stimuli become a part of what we are?

If I told you my grand mother was a hoarder, you might say "ok".
If I told you she lived through the Great Depression, you might say "ah-ha!"

In my current WIP it's "peacetime" so I'm painting the local characters as "trusting". Except Nova. She's plotting and distrusting. Why is she distrusting... because the (local authority) is out to stick it to her. I've allowed this external factor to colour her.

That's kinda what I missed in yours a sort of "X is on path Y because of factor Z"

For instance, what is it about Lortimer that would make him want to invite the other student for dinner, evidently for the sole reason that he's serous? (Maybe he was shown kindness once and now tries to deliver it back? if so, how does this drive his soul?)

You touched on P's family-member's death, but now how that has affected her? If not at all, that's just as telling as if she's developed a tendency to check in on people to their distraction / annoyance).

I wasn't looking for meaning attacked to every character tick, tho. Was just observing that I didn't spot any

I've spent the last couple of day's work sessions hunting for the notes I was working on before I did the Count Lundersot chapter.  They include characters and backstory.  I've found most of them, and hope to get immersed and productive before Christmas.

Did you do Count Lundersot?

Confound.  I just put up a reply and it disappeared.

I'm on the smartphone, whose keyboard can charitably be called rebarbative.  I won't repeat all the logic I went through, but it looks like you need the 'ing', to give the 'to' an object that is or acts like a noun,  in this case a gerund.

Each time I think I've got the next chapter half done, I find myself saying 'No, that's too damn long for the action around it.'  I'm also trying to assimilate lessons from the recent FBeasts movie, good (eliciting empathy, depicting depravity) and bad (over-use of technique, excess complexity).

"Each level was obliquely protected by out-thrusting battlements corniced and groined at the odd enjambments.  Each odd enjambment was set perpendicular to every adjacent even one-way thoroughfare.  Needless to say, the inhabitants were always late for their appointments, if not totally lost."
      ---- =Bored of the Rings=
I'm struggling with some geometrical architectonics, trying to spare the Library of the Academy from the fate of Minas Trony.

And the brothers Handlebar and Hersheybar.  This is so-bad-it's-good carried to the level of a literary atrocity.

Good Lurymants never land

In Alberta, the utilities are not a serious problem, but the cable companies could make Comcast look like customer service nirvana. "You are number 91 in the queue. Your approximate hold time is two hours and thirty-five minutes." Fortunately, they do now have callback functionality.

Good to see you're still here, by the way.

It gets better. Today I was number 371 in the queue. That's just hilarious. They do have cable company stores for those who want to personally wring someone's neck. The easiest way to find them in a large mall is to look for angry people standing in a line that runs all the way out of the store. But, if the people in line are carrying sleeping bags, then it's probably an Apple store in September.

Years ago, the Alberta government still handled all drivers' license renewals, new drivers' licenses, etc. They had a very big building with about two hundred chairs. When they privatized many of their services, little shops opened up across Calgary. I walked in and there were only eight empty chairs and free coffee. I had barely put my butt in the chair when they called me up.