Since our last episode...

Lemmesee here... turned out I didn't see the CGaW for 8 days. That's right. You read it right. 8 Days. Finally saw him last night. At one point last night I was standing around trying not to look too much like I was waiting for him, and he walks up to me and says, "What are you doing?" I says, "Waiting." He proved he is in fact an agent of Hell when he asked the logical question, "Waiting for what?" I hemmed and hawed for a moment, trying to come up with an answer, and finally just said in all truthfulness, "You." He looked at me funny. I tell the truth though it may mean my social death, and he just looks at me funny. Sheesh.

Okay, so what would YOU have said? I'm pretty slow in real-time conversations at the best of times. Try being witty when you've got your hands shoved in your pockets trying not to think about how much you want to grab someone and nibble on their neck. Given those considerations, I think I did pretty well. I'm a paragon of self-control.

Gods. I feel like the Three Stooges. All of them.


Anyway. To prevent this from turning into a CGaW Love Fest, I'm whammying the Stormtroopers. Move along, Move along. I'm not the droid you're looking for.

Finished the script, though I think I may have to change a little at the end to make it make more sense. Gotta find some way to convey visually that the Ayoki are speaking to Pascoe. I'll be sending it off via e-mail to the FoF momentarily with a small note as to that effect.

I've also been working on the notes and things for it. I've been having fun coming up with alien species. The Galactic UN guys are the Chandarain. There's the Lyrenasi, Ulowan and Galiar, though I had to change the Lyrenasi to fit into the "no humanoids" rule. So they're now these eel-like creatures, but elsewise the same. I've got the Seng as some of the bad guys. I've got a species of intelligent kudzu called the Oomik, which should amuse some people. The really bad guys don't have a name yet, but they're going to be the giant sea-urchin all-tentacles guys. The magic mirrors are in fact a constructed species created by the Chandarain in some of their bad old days. To them I gave the name of Cylians, taking that from a species I had in one of my Star Wars stories. Anyway, the Cylians really have a hate on for the Chandarain, which is why they screw with the translations and cause trouble. The Chandarain's original homeworld star went supernova sometime in the far past, and they found another similar to it and made themselves a Dyson ring called Aona. 300 million miles in diameter. 10 Thousand miles wide. I think they may have engineered the nova of their homeworld's star in their bad old days, and ever since then they've devoted themselves to galactic peace trying to make up for it. Maybe they killed a bunch of people on a nearby planet, and ever since have been trying to atone. So they build this Dyson ring and offer entire civilizations sanctuary.

Y'know, I've been thinking about doing another book-length project. This may be it.