Thud: My Real Children
Total words: 2441
Tea: Pu Erh
Music: Bach's Flute Concertos
RSI: What RSI?
Reason for stopping: End of chapter and ought to go shopping
This is, um. I don't think I've talked about this though I've been thinking about it for a while. This is hard to describe. It's one of those "are you allowed to do this?" things, and also "I see where genre is, over there somewhere". I'd really rather write my generation starship thing, but SF is *so hard*. This is sort of in the same genre as Replay, at least it's closer to that than anything I can think of.
It's also about somebody who has dementia, which people don't seem to write very often, which is odd considering how many people with dementia there are. It's about somebody with dementia who is very confused and who can remember two contradictory lives in parallel but different versions of the world. Set now, and covering 1926-now.