I'm stuck in the middle of a scene where Tedford and June discuss their dreams. The voice started to come back stronger, but there's something tangible that's missing from the scene. I don't know, maybe it's just the result of writing short scenes after the monolithic scenes from The Mushroom Cloud Called Sadie Valentino. I think I need to find some kind of a visual to meditate on for both the kids, something to give me a better physical sense of them. I know people are going to comment - as things stand - on how little we get to "see" Tedford, but there's a certain difficulty transmitting that kind of information in a first person narrator without resorting to the mirror trick.
That said, I'm nearly at three thousand words. I quite like how the second scene with his mother turned out - I think I like that she has no name, that's she's just Tedford's mother. I want to hint at a life outside the house but merely the glimmers he would have gotten. I've also completely avoided the Italics Monster for the first time - it feels great. The emphasis of the words has to lie in the line itself rather than artificial visual clues (well, artificial FONT clues -- you can make arguments about the nature of punctuation).
Yeserday, Daniel helped Michael make a really delicious, gorgeous work of art cake. Seriously. Four kinds of chocolate. I forgot to make a point of it in my last post, but the masterpiece was spectacular, and I am again amazed and shocked by my boyfriend. He's so talented and skilled and artistic. There were these fabulous razorblade chocolate sculpture formations on top. I felt like it was a Dada cake. It reminded me of some of the glass sculptures at the Starfish Gallery on Yates Street. It was also ridiculously rich.