As work continues on Amargosa: Second Wave, I’m noticing the typing habit is strong. So strong, in fact, that all of last week’s production was done on the keyboard instead of by voice. There are two reasons for this.
One, I’m an old fart, and these fancy new-fangled voice-to-text thangies annoy me. Get off my lawn. Ike for President. (And now people on both sides are saying, “Wait. Can we do that?” That’s another post.)
Second, the windows are open now that cooler weather is upon us in Cincinnati. And while Amargosa 2 has somewhat of a YA bent, there is a scene where Suicide dresses down JT Austin and drops the series’ only F bomb.
Um… My neighbor upstairs has two kids. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want to hear me drop F bombs, even if that’s the only one. Plus, I don’t want to freak out the neighbors as I narrate scenes involving exotic technology, alien anatomy, or faster-than-light travel. I do want to get back to it as I write during the week before leaving for work. When I’m relaxed and able to keep my hands off the keyboard so much, I can really cruise through a morning’s writing and get over a thousand words in the time it usually takes me to write 500.
But Winter is coming, both the season and Jim himself. With the windows closed, I can write the gritty (ie – violent and foul-mouthed) sequel to Holland Bay without freaking out my neighbors.
Do you think Dragon can handle it when I do dialog and can’t help saying “Ya feel me?” in Idris Elba’s voice?