Banging On
Dec. 18th, 2012 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sidIn Big Bang news:
1. I have seen a rough draft of the cover artwork and I am filled with SQUEE!
2. 25k and still climbing. I'm down to the last three/four scenes
3. Posting date is January 10th
4. I have a title! I have been wracking my brain for months. Today (after discussing the subject with my artist and beta yesterday to little avail despite their efforts) I woke up with a song running through my head. Two hours later I'd nailed down my title. Hallelujah!
Bathed, shaved, hair neatly combed, dressed in their cleanest clothing, shoes polished. Jack had even borrowed a splash of aftershave from a man who came in to use the tub when Jack was finished with it. Daniel had kept getting whiffs of it as they walked to Wen Chai's, past darkened store windows, an all-night diner, and a brightly lit movie theater surrounded by parked automobiles.
But here in the cellar, the air was so full of aromas that Daniel couldn't pick Jack out of the mélange. Food, of course. Lon had been right about the great food – they'd smelled it from half a block away and grinned happily at each other. Cheap perfume from two small town would-be flappers at the next table with their dates, constantly shrieking with laughter. The waxy hair pomade of their Chinese-American waiter. Tobacco, but not Jack's familiar cigarettes. He'd purchased a cigar from a stand in the hotel lobby, and its smoke curled toward the tin ceiling to join the rest of the patrons' smoke, barely disturbed by the slowly turning fan fixtures. And then there was the aroma of beer and hops, seeming to hover below all the other scents, just over the table, in a miasma so thick it was like having a mouthful of suds. This was not a bad thing. The beer was of shockingly good quality. Daniel was on his third glass.
1. I have seen a rough draft of the cover artwork and I am filled with SQUEE!
2. 25k and still climbing. I'm down to the last three/four scenes
3. Posting date is January 10th
4. I have a title! I have been wracking my brain for months. Today (after discussing the subject with my artist and beta yesterday to little avail despite their efforts) I woke up with a song running through my head. Two hours later I'd nailed down my title. Hallelujah!
Bathed, shaved, hair neatly combed, dressed in their cleanest clothing, shoes polished. Jack had even borrowed a splash of aftershave from a man who came in to use the tub when Jack was finished with it. Daniel had kept getting whiffs of it as they walked to Wen Chai's, past darkened store windows, an all-night diner, and a brightly lit movie theater surrounded by parked automobiles.
But here in the cellar, the air was so full of aromas that Daniel couldn't pick Jack out of the mélange. Food, of course. Lon had been right about the great food – they'd smelled it from half a block away and grinned happily at each other. Cheap perfume from two small town would-be flappers at the next table with their dates, constantly shrieking with laughter. The waxy hair pomade of their Chinese-American waiter. Tobacco, but not Jack's familiar cigarettes. He'd purchased a cigar from a stand in the hotel lobby, and its smoke curled toward the tin ceiling to join the rest of the patrons' smoke, barely disturbed by the slowly turning fan fixtures. And then there was the aroma of beer and hops, seeming to hover below all the other scents, just over the table, in a miasma so thick it was like having a mouthful of suds. This was not a bad thing. The beer was of shockingly good quality. Daniel was on his third glass.
