
I knew I'd have a good deal of yarning to do today, so I decided to give Google Docs a tryout as a tool for writing on the run. When I finished my humble pre-work paragraph, I pasted the current chapter into a gdocument and set off to work. Come my lunch break, I set to work with a will - and my story accordingly came tumbling out with a dunnit. Back home again, I reversed the process, pasting the new work back into Open Office.
I see that my next job will be to tell the tale of how the Googleplex was visited by the Shoddy Fairy!
On the one hand, it worked.
On the other hand, the perfectly simple and vanilla document returned in a ridiculously random mixture of font-sizes, and gratuitously loused-up with weirdly cramped paragraph formatting and nonstandard space characters. Did. Not. Want. What were they thinking? Overspecification, presumably, but Bah, and indeed Baaaaah! G-Guys, that is not supposed to be your signature!
Am I missing something here?
Anyway, there are some compensations. 1,340 words, with family rifts, dangers closing in, and Kate demonstrating most lyrically that if you turned Mount Olympus upside down and dropped it on her from 50,000 ft, she could still fail magnificently to get the point!
The magnificence is why I had to make her the hero. Somewhere along the line, she has learned to really think. A truly reformed bigot is not a bigot pointing the other way, nor a normal sensible person, but one of the most terrible and wonderful creatures in the world.