The Sorcerer's Progress (Page 47 of 62)

Always and ever.  I haven't put much up lately, but there are two incomplete storylines in B2 as well as the far-future chapters at the end of each book.

Have you done the Kirsey-Visits-His-Old-Master chapter?  Nobody's gotten the puzzle yet, and I'm giving a hint now: "in position and possessions".

Amy, per your comments on Melayne amd her daughter I am going to see if I can do a sequence where Melayne is somehow learning, step by step, what her daughter is up to and is alternately horrifed by and horrified for her daughter.

Merran is, I think, still Daddy's little girl, and waiting for him to be freed will eventually wear on her.  Both her parents have trained her in 'you broke it, you bought it' as a basic part of the sorcerer's ethos.

I've got hints.  I can make them stronger, but I don't want to get tied up with another axis.   Hmmm.  Grrrr.  Hmmm.  Grrrr.  Rinse.  Repeat.

I have to pick what goes in chapter 1.  I want to hold the depth of some of the issues off, because the reader is more quickly grabbed by physical jeopardy once the reader has found a character to identify with.  I can't tell the whole story in the first three pages.

Updates to Bruitt (B2).

I also owe reviews all over the place. I'm trying to catch up with Amy first (for no reason other than duh!), then I'll check out Dirk and njc. And Rebecca. And then some more! Work isn't helping as always.

But it's not just how much Power is available, but how you can handle it.  And Fire is less effective at cooling than the other Elements.  You're also looking at the latent heat of fusion.  Not as severe as the latent heat of vaporization, but still a substantial amount of energy.  Remember, even new ice needs to be 3" thick if you mean to walk on it.

Of course, since you don't like Melayne, you can simply say she used her sorcery poorly.

Characters Amy appears to not like, she often admires most. So they get picked on more

You mean where mom and daughter meet during this part of the adventure?  I keep thinking of different ways for it to happen.  It will more likely be be bacon-saving, at least at first, and if it comes after Merran's visit-by-choice to Pike, you can expect sparks to fly.  Hmm, maybe what I need is some irony with the fury.

I would say that a gulch is bigger than a gully.  A gulch is big enough that you have to climb out of it; a gully can by small enough to step across.  Unless they make gullies differently on your side of town?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HW3Q1FR6Dwc

They have way too much free time.

Short report:

Last Sunday night I got hit by chills and fever again.  They were mostly over by the end of Monday, but I was in no shape to go anywhere, even though I could see another leg infection starting.  It was late afternoon Tuesday by the time I could get out, and the hospital's ER was recovering from a wave of admissions.  At about 22:40 antibiotics were prescribed, IV.  Unfortunately, I'm a very hard vein stick.  They got the two sets of culture bottles and four other vials, but setting an IV required finding a vein angel on duty.

That took until almost 01:30.  By 03:00 the exhausted staff was getting the place back in order--but I hadn't gotten my antibiotics.  I raised a gentle fuss (the staff had worked over 8 hours without a break) and got the first bag around 03:40--five hours after I got into the ED proper.  And my leg was five hours worse.  The change was very visible.

I spent my first day waiting for a bed in an overflow room down the hall from Emergency, sharing a couple of hall bathrooms with Pediatric Emergency.

The first time I went to use one I walked in on a woman with her kid.  She hadn't locked the door.  Then I found the WC's misinstalled, so that my private parts dangled in the water when I used them.  They were both the same way.  I have to wonder if men ever use those bathrooms--or are meant to.

In that busy room I didn't get much sleep.  I got a bed upstairs just before dinner.  Since then I've been sharing a room with a very noisy fellow (awake, asleep, and in between) and so got no sleep Wednesday night.  I've mostly caught up now.  (Maybe, just maybe, the fellow's fever just broke for good.)

I put my chances of discharge tomorrow at a bit over 50%.  I'm supposed to get a quick check by a vascular surgeon, and that could keep me in too, until it's too late to get the discharge paperwork through.  (Nobody wants to cause a delay but nobody knows what's waiting on them.  Management is denied the right incentives.  If people start lawyering up and refusing to pay for the extra day, management might get the right incentives.  I don't believe our current system with insurance gives that right incentive.)

I have a promise from the Infectious Diseases specialist of three extra days on top of the oral antibiotic they'll discharge me with, to be set aside and stockpiled so I have something to take right away when chills and fever strike again.  We don't expect it to completely block an infection, but to give me time to get in so that a quick round of IV treatment will cover it.