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Mar. 5th, 2014 08:48 pm[Filter: Finnabhair, in Kilian]
First -- you asked before how my project is progressing. I would rather not speak on it in public any longer. As it turns out, my memories were more reliable than I could have hoped. I expected this attempt to be a disaster. Fitful. Incomplete. An utterly bemused test subject. That's not the case.
You will have to help me watch her, Finn, she is particularly susceptible to flights of fancy -- which is what I wanted, I need a creative mind. Absolutely necessary. But dangerous. Already she is requesting to stay after hours near every day, offered to come in on weekends, I can see the tendrils of it burying themselves in her. -- Again, necessary.
This is only phase one. With this, how promising it's been, I think I could begin to rebuild the library. Not this paltry stuff I peddle now, tricks and glamours, but the actual library ... it would take decades.
I'm drifting from the subject. All this to say that it is progressing well. Her descriptions of her experiences are near perfect, assuming she is not exaggerating them, which she very well may be. Another drawback of requiring an overactive imagination. Some refinements over the course of the next weeks are in order, but that's only dressing. Embellishment.
When I am satisfied with the final product -- for phase one -- you are more than welcome to see the results for yourself. It's only fair, seeing as so much of your fortune has already been buried in this work on my behalf.
Now, about this other matter.
This manuscript you've given me is a pile of lifeless dross. I haven't the desire nor ability to animate such a rote, mechanical retelling of what I can only surmise is a true story. Have I mentioned I detest nonfiction?
First -- you asked before how my project is progressing. I would rather not speak on it in public any longer. As it turns out, my memories were more reliable than I could have hoped. I expected this attempt to be a disaster. Fitful. Incomplete. An utterly bemused test subject. That's not the case.
You will have to help me watch her, Finn, she is particularly susceptible to flights of fancy -- which is what I wanted, I need a creative mind. Absolutely necessary. But dangerous. Already she is requesting to stay after hours near every day, offered to come in on weekends, I can see the tendrils of it burying themselves in her. -- Again, necessary.
This is only phase one. With this, how promising it's been, I think I could begin to rebuild the library. Not this paltry stuff I peddle now, tricks and glamours, but the actual library ... it would take decades.
I'm drifting from the subject. All this to say that it is progressing well. Her descriptions of her experiences are near perfect, assuming she is not exaggerating them, which she very well may be. Another drawback of requiring an overactive imagination. Some refinements over the course of the next weeks are in order, but that's only dressing. Embellishment.
When I am satisfied with the final product -- for phase one -- you are more than welcome to see the results for yourself. It's only fair, seeing as so much of your fortune has already been buried in this work on my behalf.
Now, about this other matter.
This manuscript you've given me is a pile of lifeless dross. I haven't the desire nor ability to animate such a rote, mechanical retelling of what I can only surmise is a true story. Have I mentioned I detest nonfiction?
