Mist surrounds the detail

This morning the entire area is surrounded in mist. Now if it a cloud or fog I do not know but it could be either. Living at 3000 feet makes it difficult. I always thought fog was nothing more than a low lying cloud. But there is a weather specific explanation for the difference. It is as complicated to understand as the weather explanation for humidity and why it feels suffocating in the summer and just moist in the winter. Something about the amount of air available or something. I don't know want to know. this is a case of Too much detail.

Too much detail. A modern phrase folks use when someone is discussing something personal and generally not desired by the listener. If my mom were to start explaining my father's sexual techniques I would yell - TOO MUCH DETAIL MOM. I really don't want to know. I do not even want to imagine how they did it. Was my mom a Lizzy, Lydia, Jane or heaven forbid, Rawlings dead wife? lol He has alluded to her responses a couple of times. I suspect some readers want the detail because it is, well, not their parents.

Now my boys have used the phrase with me and my past love life. Hell, there is no way they would not be aware of some of it. I am a divorcee. I had "dates" well, a lot of "dates". Much more than my fair share and learned well lots of techniques. (I know - too much detail). I did live through the sixties and the sexual revolution. But for me I was late to the party. I came too late! lol

But detail is something we don't want in other things as well. I personally do not wish to hear how someone is struggling with pooping. For gods sakes, keep that to yourself. We all have poop problems now and then-- get over it. My best friend talks about all manner of, um, personal habits. I never respond, she never figures out my silence is my response. She just goes on and tells me things I really rather not hear. I won't mention them myself because I can't even bear to think of them. Yes, I have tried telling her TOO MUCH DETAIL to no avail. And since she is my best friend and her good qualities outweigh by tons this one minor issue, I daydream when she goes into some of those conversations.

Too Much Detail. Now my story dribbles the detail out. Right now I suspect many readers are as frustrated as the ones that PM'd me seeking a few certain details. Poor Geri I could read her anguish in her comment. She wants details about the men - lots and lots of detail. She wants to get the whole Blake issue resolved, she wants to know what Darcy is thinking, she wants to know who is Kent and finally what was it that Rawlings did for Darcy. She wants Details.

Perhaps I strung out a few things a bit too long but then again I always said I liked angst. The answers are coming, just not as soon as some readers want. But will they like the answers. I don't know. Will they still read the story this fall? Will I still be able to hold their interest?

Well I had one reader, PatM, indicate she did think my story was exciting. That took me by surprise. I did not realize anyone would use that term to describe my story. Exciting. WoW. I am sure I would have screwed it up if I actually tried to make it exciting. It is so much better this way being exciting without designing it thusly. [I know thusly is a stupid word but heck it is what popped into my head].

Poor DebraAnne. She too wants to get to the Blake resolution. When I first began this story I had a different Blake in mind. But he had different thoughts and injected his personality into it. I had no control over my fingers when I put him on the page. No control whatsoever. lol Rawlings mouth takes over. Details. so many details about these two men and yes the readers will get to know it all. But will they yell, TOO MUCH DETAIL. Will their own vision of the men be shattered by the truth? Will they be sorry to read all about it? I wonder.

It is true I withhold the details. I dribble them out a sentence here and phrase there. but it cannot continue forever. The first half of the story will be finished soon and the details will be given in greater and greater chunks until my dear readers know as much as I do about these men. Since it is 50 chapters longs (give or take a chapter because I am toying with collapsing two chapters into one instead of posting two short chapters), then Tuesday we will reach the half way point and after that the story will change in a subtle way. Readers will not notice, but it does. Its those little dribs and drabs of detail that will start to appear that were not there before. I hope the second half of the book brings as much interest and, yes, angst as this first half. Will my readers notice the building up of the tension until they can't stand it anymore. Will the say they will stop reading the story just to return the moment it is posted? Will they send me PM's begging for mercy? lol I hope so. And I hope to provide all the details they want by the, umm, 50th chapter!

till tomorrow for today I am off to work on a sentence here and there.

gayle