Another 700 words on Suns last night, and I'm very pleased with them. The sculptor still wants to be a crotchety old man, but I'm resisting. I've just introduced his partner, found out that said partner is also a sculptor, and broke off right where Maatrya is trying to find some way to let them know she's family.
I worry sometimes about the subtext of the novel. I'm not out to write about the challenges of being queer in a world where fertility is the highest blessing, but it feels like that's where it's going. On the other hand, with so many forces tugging Maatrya every which way, I think I can turn this into a suitable theme. Love, real love, brings you home. And it doesn't really matter who you love, or how much of an outsider you feel like before it happens. Sounds mushy? Yeah. I dunno; blame Shoryl.
I'm having a lot of fun writing this scene, even though I'm more than a little convinced that it's meandering and probably not going to survive the revision intact. But I'm having fun, and that's the point. I expect to finish this scene tonight, giving me a satisfactory close to the first 3 chapters. This weekend, I'm sitting down with printouts and trying to make those chapters a little more coherent, then handing them off to Shoryl to read.