told T @ the Big Green Bookshop yesterday - although with M there also chipping in tiny jokes every now & then - T himself not averse to a bit of gagery also...
it was good - a bit daunting because both other times i'd told that story in that bookshop i'd had some kind of negative appraisal - (or at least i'd seen it that way)
& about midway through T was looking a bit weary...
but it worked - it made me wonder whether it has enough momentum... but telling people while they are working in a bookshop is not the best judge of things - they are keen to get on with whatever they're doing and the story is quite a lot longer than you 1st realise....
told with the tube train up front, then clara sitting on the train platform thinking back... then the scientist thinking back... but with facts in both cases that that character doesn't know about...
i realised that the scientist character is becoming art terry... the recording artist & piano tuner... lovely man... black, american... the scientist may or may not be american...
at the moment he has links to the indian space program... of course he could be from india... but i don't think he is...
the trouble with writing characters who aren't from where i'm from & don't look like i look like - is can i write them? the problem of not writing any characters who aren't from where i'm from & don't look like me is... i suppose self evident...
i suppose i want to get away from the mad scientist cliché & art is one of the coolest people i know... so at least in my mind the scientist is cool - just how i get art's lovely nature down i don't know - but of course i don't have to - art is a model for the scientist - he isn't the scientist...
still telling people - there's an art teacher (another one) @ one of my works who i want to tell...
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