I’m plugging along at The Transfigured Lady and just wrapped up Chapter Four. I’m trying to stay at least two chapters ahead of what I’m posting here because of the way I tend to write. I often layer things as I go. That is to say, an idea will occur to me while I’m writing chapter four and I need to go back and lay the groundwork in earlier chapters.
The biggest challenge I’m facing so far is making sure that historic details blend with the stuff I’m making up.
Anyway, I’ve posted Chapter 2 for those of you reading along. It’s the same password.
Here’s a teaser for the rest of you.
Walker Jernigan tossed his slide rule on his desk, scowling. If he built a ramp and gave Miss Fairchild a five-second lifting powder and if, if, if, she applied a three-second burst onstage then, in theory, she could hit that mark without going so high as to be unsafe.
But if the powder were oxidized, or she forgot to carry it, or if she missed, or if there were an open door and a draft… she’d fall. He slammed his notebook shut and shoved it away, scattering the papers on his desk. Mr. Sheetz had stood by Walker’s judgment on the safety of the effect, but also made it clear that he needed to come up with another solution. If Walker actually had that degree from Vanderbilt that he implied he had, then he wouldn’t worry so much about losing this job. Fact was, if Professor Curie hadn’t given him a letter of recommendation when he’d had to drop out senior year, Walker would be in the backwoods of Hancock County trying to scratch out a living with his family. If he could just save a little more money he could go back and finish his degree. But first he had to figure out how to make Miss Fairchild fly.
If you also want to read along, then hop over to read the ground rules.
