I’ve been eavesdropping at Dunkin Donuts while I work on Stars Fall Out.
The employees behind the counter are practicing saying “Welcome to Dunkin Donuts” in spooky voices.
There’s a job interview going on behind me with illegal interview questions.
9/25 scenes done on Stars. I took a little too long on a scene that I came up with four years ago, and that I’ve been looking forward to writing since June. Here’s the excerpt:
Maps. He had given me a pile of maps.
I angled back to the fire, less awkward now that I wasn’t trying to draw. “But these are beautiful.” More beautiful than they needed to be: the swoops, the lines that ran from thick to thin, brush and ink detailing all the hills and buildings of my home. He had made Nirsuathu a work of art rather than a box wrapped in chains, and he had gotten the whole university, even the planetarium.
I sat there studying it so long that he stopped watching for my reactions and looked awkwardly into the fire.
At last, I held them out to him. “Wait…” I snatched them back, and looked at his work again. “Why did you need me to illustrate your brochure?”
“Funny thing, but I can’t draw a cup.”
Rippling mountains. Layered city blocks and tiny spires, even the bakery and the locksmith next door. Streets colliding, separating, winding, curving in precise lines.
“Oh, come on.”
“Ok, I can draw a cup. I can’t make a printing plate. And I didn’t have the illustrations started yet…”
“So you had me do those too.”
“You do have an excellent eye for detail.”