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Things I wish I’d seen earlier.

Have to go back to the Lysander, the SOE stopped using the Halifax in ’42….

Futurians: how awesomely perfect are they? I feel like I need to work them in somehow. The 39 World’s Fair is all over the other book. Kind of early though, wonder if he could get in.

His father is so a Theosophist. Not unknown in that social class, would put him in contact with someone from downtown like his mother (who is more of the Goldman school). I like the idea of the mother bringing the rabble-rousing radical communism, and the father bringing a tempering of pacifism and a spiritual overview to them.

Lastly: it’s odd considering that this was, in no way, the inspiration for the characters–but there was more of me and my sister in the scene i wrote about Gene and Reed than anything else I’ve written.

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day four, 5266

I dreamed about my story last night. That was… disconcerting a bit.

I am very happy that I feel like I am getting things together in such a way that I have enough structure to propel me forward but not so much that I feel trapped, locked in, and the story has nothing to tell me.

I write as much for my characters to surprise me as anything else.

It always seems so mystical and strange that the characters write the story except that for me, they do. I’m not sure how it psychologically synthesizes, but Gene told me that I needed to write his own story or the story that I told last year wouldn’t make sense.

And now I know how he afforded all those radios on that FBI salary. I always wondered.

I appreciate him letting me in on his secrets.