Arrant Nonsense

We spent the morning with the lovely and effulgent bigsciencybrain, flying the Cessna up to Logan to visit her before she moves 2,000 miles away to Virginia *sob*. Alas, it was a bumpy ride, so not as enjoyable as it would have been under better circumstances.

BUT, we had a fine old time conversing, and ate a yummy lunch at Angie's.

Not only that, but the scene that was SUCKING at me yesterday is vastly improved today. I printed it out to take with me, eyeballs on paper the old-fashioned way, and ... yeah. Much more horrifying. Go, me. It's bleeding red ink right now because I haven't fixed it in the actual doc yet, but this will be remedied shortly.

Part of the problem is that I know something Ben doesn't know, and the reader knows something Ben doesn't know, and thus it's difficult to ramp up the dramatic tension and the visceral horror he feels when confronted with...what he's confronted with.

Maybe I'll keep that bit a secret from the reader. Is that cheating?

*squints*

I can't decide which one I like better:









What say ye, flist?

Ninja ETA: I made these in light of the last scenes I wrote. *evil laughter*

Another ETA: Third icon. ;)