Well, everybody is still in the bar, but I got Michael to start ranting about pop culture and the Slow, which in turn got Will to drop his little bomb and for Jake to spill his martini down his sleeve. Jake thus far is entirely too flighty. I’m going to have to fix that, but first I need to stop trying to go back and edit things and just write out the rest of it first.
Writing dialogue for three people at once is hard.
I worry that this whole story is just a way to describe the image I had when I started this: the accident that created the Slow, and what the Slow is. There may not be a lot of actual Things that Happen. Or who knows. Maybe there will. Or maybe I’m right but it’s not a big deal after all.
For any of this to go forward, sooner or later Michael has to leave the bar.
Once he leaves, he is going to want to come back eventually. I just have to make that convincing. More chemistry with the bartender will be required.
I will finish this. At which point this posting will make more sense, maybe. And then I’m getting back to that other idea I had.
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