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Roomie and I bought two weeks' worth of food today, because aside from bill-paying day next week, we don't want to go out much. I have a package to mail next week, and gas is getting prohibitively expensive for idle cruising. Luckily, we're well-stocked with DVDs, playing cards, and books, so we should be able to entertain ourselves for a while. The neighbors have invited us to a Labor Day picnic, and that should break up the tedium. There'll be juicy burgers and friendly gossip and a waggly, grinning pack of panhandling dogs to pet.
I'm going to get back on the ficcing horse tomorrow. I'm going to try alternating stories one last time because while my Flacknum opus deserves my attention, it's the next tale in the Spracheverse that holds it right now. In truth, Flack and Rebecca have been under severe emotional strain for so long that it's become difficult to re-establish their former warm rapport. They're still madly in love, but they've also wounded each other deeply with word, deed, and deep-seated fears. Flack's tired of being the villain of the piece every time the job demands a sacrifice, and Rebecca's tired of feeling like an afterthought and being left behind at the drop of a hat. Neither of them is wrong per se, but rightness of cause doesn't always lead to a happy ending. They're punch-drunk and exhausted from the relentless war between what is right and what is fair. Rebecca knows it's not fair to blame Flack for the demands of his job, a job of which she was well aware when they wed, and she feels like a wretched shrew; by contrast, Flack thinks she has a right to be angry. The job has ill-used her and demanded much of her with very little support(the slum apartment they stowed her in during his undercover stint with Maddox still turns his stomach)and feels guilty for his role in the hurt it's caused. He loves her best, but he loved his job first, and he doesn't know what to do.
It's all coming to a head now, and I don't know how it's going to turn out. Well, I hope, because I want the ending I envisioned when I first thought to tell their story seven years ago. But that, alas, is up to them.
I'm going to get back on the ficcing horse tomorrow. I'm going to try alternating stories one last time because while my Flacknum opus deserves my attention, it's the next tale in the Spracheverse that holds it right now. In truth, Flack and Rebecca have been under severe emotional strain for so long that it's become difficult to re-establish their former warm rapport. They're still madly in love, but they've also wounded each other deeply with word, deed, and deep-seated fears. Flack's tired of being the villain of the piece every time the job demands a sacrifice, and Rebecca's tired of feeling like an afterthought and being left behind at the drop of a hat. Neither of them is wrong per se, but rightness of cause doesn't always lead to a happy ending. They're punch-drunk and exhausted from the relentless war between what is right and what is fair. Rebecca knows it's not fair to blame Flack for the demands of his job, a job of which she was well aware when they wed, and she feels like a wretched shrew; by contrast, Flack thinks she has a right to be angry. The job has ill-used her and demanded much of her with very little support(the slum apartment they stowed her in during his undercover stint with Maddox still turns his stomach)and feels guilty for his role in the hurt it's caused. He loves her best, but he loved his job first, and he doesn't know what to do.
It's all coming to a head now, and I don't know how it's going to turn out. Well, I hope, because I want the ending I envisioned when I first thought to tell their story seven years ago. But that, alas, is up to them.
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