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Subject: Re: Space elevators Date: 2/22/2006 2:03 PM
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>>>>Thank you SO much for not using klicks. That just drives me nuts! ;-)

RM: You're welcome. The omniscient narrator never uses the short form, but a couple of characters use that term a few times. (The characters speak for themselves. They never listen to what I tell them.)

>>>>Nicely written, your dialog is not stilted (I can't write dialog for anything!). And thus far your descriptions don't sound like travelogues.

I'm glad you think so. I do lapse into semi-eloquence from time to time:

They passed through the elevator terminal and out into the ODF reception area. When they turned a corner they were faced with a spectacular view of Earth, seen through a wall-length window. The entire western hemisphere was laid out before them: lightning flashed over northern Mexico; clouds obscured Cuba and northern Canada; the snowcapped Andes gleamed in the late afternoon sun. Skinning the curve of the Earth, a thin blue rind revealed the dimensions of the atmosphere. McKie stood there speechless for a solid minute before shaking himself out of his reverie.

and:

Despite McKie's eagerness to finish, he took a few moments to admire the view through his helmet. Other than the ridge at his back, and some low hills in the distance, there really wasn't much to look at. No grass, no flowers, no trees, no animals, no birds, not even some desiccated sagebrush tumbling across the barren plain. It almost could have been a rocky wasteland anywhere on Earth; but it held a stark beauty nonetheless. The sky was indigo above, with little lingering dust in the atmosphere to refract the sun's rays and tint it rose. Everywhere he looked, the hills, rocks, and plains were rust red, gray or brown.

>>>>I have one hope too, that no where in your novel do you ever, EVER use the phrase: He/she/it "drank deeply". Damn, I HATE that phrase!

No, I try to avoid saying "he/she/it".... 8^} (Just kidding.) No, I don't believe I've ever used the phrase "drank deeply" in any context.

Mark.
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