Rook and Rose Book 2, Chapter 20

THIS &#$#@$%! BOOK

I say that with love. :-) But I had a progress report all written up on Tuesday night, ready to post the next day . . . and then I woke up on Wednesday to a slew of emails from Alyc, the bulk of which boiled down to "I think we should throw out most of the plot we have planned for the last fifth of the book." You know, the stuff we spent Monday outlining with multicolored index cards all over the floor.

They had good reasons. If they didn't, I wouldn't be posting this progress report instead, the one that starts with the keysmash profanity. The plot we had in mind isn't a bad one -- but it's one that would benefit much more from being delayed to book three, where it would have stronger logic backing it and a lot more room to breathe. And by chucking it, we bought ourselves room to do some other things in its place. But it meant that instead of waking up, posting my report, and getting started on Chapter 21, I got in the car and drove to Alyc's place to do the outlining thing all over again. (Side note: I promise we are both taking pandemic precautions as we should, but for several reasons Alyc has essentially been counted as a member of my household for quarantine purposes. That's why we were sitting on the same futon for the unboxing video for The Mask of Mirrors, why we've been getting together in person for book planning, etc.)

That work barely affected this chapter at all -- we just had to cut the very brief ending scene that existed to launch the plot we scrapped, and we may alter the sequencing of the remaining ones. But the things I had written for my old progress report were all about us figuring out how to ring the changes on certain conflicts, keeping them from having too much the same shape as the things we did in the first book. Instead we've decided to go a different direction entirely -- which is another reason why this shift of plans is a good one. I think one of the cool things a series can do is revisit core conflicts or themes from new angles, so it wasn't inherently bad that there were similarities, but we like this version much better.

However. It isn't just a matter of snipping out that one scene and proceeding into the new map. This change means that the narrative strand which was going to have its big climactic thing in part five just lost that; it needs a new climax. Which means taking the thing we did in Chapter 18 (where it honestly felt too cramped anyway) and pushing it back to 22, now in new! improved! form!, then figuring out new things to do in 18, and changing the fallout that it had in 19. And those other things we now have room to do? As I said in the last post, we'd already marked a few places where we felt like we needed to go back and add scenes; well, the things we want to do rest on the foundations of those unwritten scenes. So instead of starting Ch. 21 this week, we're taking a few days to make some revisions and backfill some new material.

It's all good stuff. Which is why, even though one of Alyc's emails started with "Don't kill me, but...," my reaction was "yeah, we should probably do that." But still. This &#$#@$%! book.

Word count: ~158,000
Authorial sadism: Someone's worst nightmare come true.
Authorial amusement: She doesn't have a first name. (Er, not that other character over there, whose lack of a first name is not amusing at all.)
BLR quotient: Since we snipped out that one scene, I'll give it to love. Even if some of that love is really twisted and in need of help.

Okonomi-chahan

In the latest adventures of the Tin Chef . . .

My sister is amused that her contributions to my cooking repertoire have both been a matter of saying "well, we could do this half-assed thing I used to do when I lived alone," and then me getting ambitious about it. Last time it was Upgrade Pasta; this time it's fried rice.

I have made it before, but I think only once, and then all I really did was scramble some eggs, dump in the rice, dump in a packet of store-bought seasoning, and call it a day. This time I started asking myself "what could I toss in to bulk that up?" Which is why this is now in my recipes folder as "okonomichahan," a play on okonomiyaki. Because my goal here is to get myself to a point where I feel comfortable throwing this together with whatever odds and ends we happen to have around ("okonomi" kind of meaning "whatever you like"). Tonight that was not just eggs but some onion, cubed pancetta, a red bell pepper that would otherwise have gone to waste, and peas because it turns out I have two unopened bags of them in the freezer, in addition to the one I finished off here. And for seasonings, I used the powdered crack we bought from Red Robin, which in addition to garlic and salt has paprika and who knows what else, plus some soy sauce. I took a small amount of guidance regarding quantities of cooking oil and rice and such from a recipe my sister sent me (a recipe in Japanese >_< -- thanks for the reading practice, I guess?), but the process overall was a lot of educated guesswork, including doing things like removing the various add-ins from the pan before I cooked the eggs so those would remain a distinct element rather than just glomming onto the other bits.

It wound up pretty good! Honestly, the only thing I screwed up was one very basic step: I didn't remember to break up the big mass of day-old rice before it went in the pan, so there was some very frantic breaking and smooshing to try and get it to separate into grains of rice before the ones on the outside got too cooked. In the end it did as it was told, though, and now my large container of leftover plain rice is a much smaller one of fried rice with assorted bits in. And in the future I can experiment with carrot and whatever else might be lying around looking for a dish to be cooked in.