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And finally, the last installment. Thank goodness. Only one entry left, which will detail what was supposed to happen if I had written it all.

I underestimated how many sections this would take, unfortunately. That's why I've been totally spamming you; I'm walking out the door in just a couple hours and I wanted to get it all out before I left.


The sink contained the dirty dishes from this morning, and the rack held the dishes I'd washed before going to the cove yesterday. I began to hang the clean coffee cups on the rack as Mike came in and closed and bolted the door. He turned towards me as if to say something, but then seemed to reconsider. Instead he switched off the foyer light and walked into his kitchen.

I like this dance between them. I like that they can't say what they want to say. She's convinced he doesn't care for her at all, and she's determined to go forward with her blinders firmly attached. He's really uncertain about how to approach her about any of this.

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The rest of the morning went fairly well, as we managed to get two more keepers, an excellent catch for so late in the season. Mr. Jensen decided to cut it short at ten thirty, as Sean was starting to get worn out. I could see the beginnings of a sunburn on his young face. I packed it it and headed for home, trying to sort out my mental list of things to do with a charterless afternoon.

This section has just a little bit of fishing, and then goes back into the romance stuff. This section actually was my favorite section of the whole thing when I first wrote it, so I'm eager to see what my reactions are now.

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I thought for a moment on what fishing technique to use, and decided upon planerboards, two flat pieces of wood standing on their sides with metal spacers running through them. I pulled them out of the small cabin and hopped into the bow with Sean. I'd brought the planerboard mast with me as well and I screwed it into place at the very tip of the bow.

"What's that?" he asked, examining it closely.


Again, this is a fishing-intense chapter.

A picture of one set of triple planer boards; a diagram of how they work.

I have a small quibble about the use of "what" with "what fishing technique;" should probably be "which."

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Back to Sarah's POV:

By the time I finished showering and dressing Mike had fallen asleep on the couch. The morning was cold and clear, and I hummed a bit as I readied Wave Dancer for my early charter. There was no sign of Mike--not suprising, given that he was up so late--so I ate breakfast alone.

What is it about sleeping on couches? Don't they have beds?

This section is pretty much all about fishing.

Let me just say right up front that this is all Lake Erie-style fishing, and is completely wrong for Lake Michigan, and I apologize to any fishermen reading this.

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Still in Mike's POV.

I was still amused by Lucinda's newest tactic, but it would be a cold day in hell before I'd have anything to do with that busybody. Much less live with her; even thinking of it made my skin crawl. She was a public nuisance, and I was still amazed that anyone spoke to her, considering the grief she'd caused over the years. Lucy had one son--Davy, once a friend of mine--and when he'd married, she went into gossip overdrive. The nice, amiable girl he'd chosen was simply "not good enough" for her Davy, and she went around and told everyone as much until Davy and his wife simply moved away and stopped speaking to her. She finally apologized but they never returned. I hated to see him go.

Okay, this whole section is pretty much one giant expositional block. Just one huge chunk of He Did This and She Did That (When She Wasn't On A Vodka Bender, That Is).

And wow, how awful do you have to be to chase your own son out of town?

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Alert: Abrupt shift in POV! Man the torpedoes! We are now entering Mike's viewpoint! Which (I must admit) I like a little better than Sarah's.

****Mike****

When I came back to her side of the house to ask her what she wanted to eat she'd already fallen asleep on the sofa, and I couldn't bring myself to wake her. I covered her with a blanket and went back to my kitchen to eat the leftovers I'd bought from Lenore; chicken mashed potatoes, sweet corn. Lenore was the best cook around, and it was a pretty good meal.

For some reason I wasn't tired, so I heated up a cup of coffee and sat down at my kitchen table. I couldn't help but think that she was the most stubborn person I'd ever met. The people I'd met at college and, later, at the marketing company were so different from everyone in Moray. Especially her. Even as kids she'd dig her feet in and that would be it. I remembered how odd it had been to be with her at first; I mean, she was Corny's younger sister, and it was weird to spend time with her. I was always tense that the other kids at school would find out, a fear that turned out to be well-grounded. Then we stopped talking and it was like a whole world closed itself off to me.


This is where having a NAME for the heroine would be quite handy. Because for a minute I thought he was talking about the cook, Lenore. And I wrote it.

So I have to address the lunacy of having a first person story with rotating viewpoints. BAD IDEA, YO. Good if you're an incredible author, but just...not good if you're anyone else. It confused the hell out of every reader who actually tried plowing through this fic.

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I couldn't sleep, and Mike shrugged off all of my attempts at making conversation, so I had to be content with mentally mapping out the rest of my week and the numerous things I had to take care of before I could be satisfied that we could face winter. Soon enough we were approaching the outskirts of Detroit. The traffic became heavier, and Mike became more aggressive, passing cars with abandon and making a mockery of the speed limit. He seemed oblivious to the glares he received from his fellow drivers. I became worried as I covertly watch the speedometer approach ninety.

I think at the time that the speed limit might have still been 55. Not certain, though. Because right now--it's 70, so this wouldn't be that big a deal, lol.

And "making a mockery" LOLOLOL. MOCKITY MOCK, SPEED LIMIT.

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Upon entering the house with a bag of groceries I heard the phone ringing. I picked it up in my den.

"May I please speak to Michael Joseph St. James?" asked the caller. I put him on hold and went to find Mike, which wasn't difficult, as he was slamming cupboards in his kitchen.

"There's someone on the phone for you," I said.

He turned to me, puzzled. "Who?"


I AM NOT YOUR ANSWERING SERVICE RAR! Oh, I guess she doesn't say that. I'm surprised.

And Mike's name is very near Stuish, don't you think? Though it could be standard for romance novels. Not certain, I haven't read one in so long.

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Glenn's was in Moray Town, which was a good six or seven miles away from the Island. It was empty, as the handful of families that had summer cottages on the Island had already left. Only the Champlains--our closet neighbors--and two other couples lived on the island during the winter, and it was impossible to see the Champlain's house from ours. The other residences and cottages were all on the other side of the Island, which suited me just fine.

Moray Bridge was almost overrun with water; only the old stone railings kept it from complete submersion. Mike commented on how high the water was. "We'll be flooded out by the end of the week," he added.


I really do like the bridge detail, and living on the island seems like fun. Though in reality it's probably a pain. And island probably shouldn't be capitalized, lol. Anyway, here I'm outlining how isolated the house is. Have I mentioned it's isolated? And almost no one lives on the island? And it's isolated. Apparently I wanted to ram it home that she's antisocial. *snorts*

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valis2: Stone lion face (Wavedancer)
Index:

Wavedancer without commentary
Intro | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Conclusion

Wavedancer with commentary
Intro | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Conclusion

So. Between 95 and 96 I started writing a romance novel.

I was pretty excited by the concept. I was still working at Waldenhell, and romance was still a pretty big seller, and I thought I could write something interesting. I was in college, I'd finally committed to getting an English degree a few years before that, and I just really thought that this was the step I needed to take.

At that time I typed everything on my manual typewriter, including work for school, and after I had daydreamed sufficiently I began to type the beginnings of a romance novel, which I eventually named Wavedancer.

At the time I really didn't know which angle to take with the novel. I mean, seriously, I'd always heard 'write what you know,' but what did I know about?

In retrospect, I wish I had written a string of erotic vampire thrillers. But I digress.

Just a little more background on the Wavedancer project, and why I'm doing it )

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