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May 1, 2013 Eimear Fallon
I’m just about done with this one. It ended up taking a bit of a different turn. What initially had a very explicit and miserable ending now has something a little more ambiguous and open-ended, and I’m quite proud of it - this story end…

I’m just about done with this one. It ended up taking a bit of a different turn. What initially had a very explicit and miserable ending now has something a little more ambiguous and open-ended, and I’m quite proud of it - this story ended up being more about the central relationship than I’d expected (it was, initially, a bit of a heart-of-darkness trip except with sex robots), and if you’re going to write about relationships then it’s awkward to shoehorn in either a tragic or a happily-ever-after ending, because relationships rarely work like that. The characters in this are fuckups. They don’t get something quick and neat.

I suspect this one’ll require the most editing once it’s all over and done with, given that the ending really came into view about two thirds in. But. Almost done, and this’ll likely be the last progress report before the next story. I’m excited to move on. It’s about an assassin. Tonally, it’s a thousand miles from this one.

Tags dystopolis, the chef, writing, romance, featured
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April 9, 2013 Eimear Fallon
Progress update: hit 2,000 words on this story today. It’s around the turning point now - I mentioned a while back that this was a story in three acts, and that frees me up in a few ways. There are some dramatic tonal shifts in this story, and…

Progress update: hit 2,000 words on this story today. It’s around the turning point now - I mentioned a while back that this was a story in three acts, and that frees me up in a few ways. There are some dramatic tonal shifts in this story, and having an explicit cut-off point for each saves me a lot of trouble in creating a segue. There’s a story in my last book that I’m quite proud of called The Life and Times of Paul Lincoln, and it works (I think) because it’s free to throw in alternative perspectives, to take its time, and to allow enough space in between sections to let the reader fill in the world.

This starts out from the perspectives of the two lovers, Greg (the manager and so-called head chef of a revival diner on the outskirts of the city), and Sarah (the considerably more pro-active supervisor and sous-chef) as they navigate their relationship. The second part is exclusively from one perspective, and is a lot more fluid and stream-of-consciousness - the number of fever-dream descents into madness are innumerable in literature, but they rarely involve DNA theft and robotic sexual domination. And the third part… I’m not sure, but I’m beginning to think that it’s going to be a police interview transcript. Don’t worry. Nothing worthy of a trigger warning - we’re talking about an unlicensed VI, not a violent crime. But it does get pretty creepy by the end.

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March 21, 2013 Eimear Fallon
I’m onto the next story, then: The Chef takes place in and around a revival diner in the middle of the city’s leisure district, and what started out in my head as a quirky little postmodern romance has turned (inevitably) darker. There a…

I’m onto the next story, then: The Chef takes place in and around a revival diner in the middle of the city’s leisure district, and what started out in my head as a quirky little postmodern romance has turned (inevitably) darker. There are broken hearts. There’s cosmetic DNA synthesis and brothels staffed entirely by robots programmed to cater to any perversion. There’s a desperate, confused young man on the brink of insanity and a woman whose no-nonsense attitude masks an innocence even she isn’t fully aware of.

It’s funny - the way I usually approach plots is to see what unfolds, but fairly early on I realised that the format of this one is a conventional tragedy in an unconventional setting. There are a lot of secrets in this story. A lot of horrible things done behind closed doors, hanging by a thread that snaps the moment someone else finds out. I’m having fun writing it. I’m having fun writing.

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