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Good afternoon, snippetteers! I’m getting closer to my next release day, which is Wednesday 14th, and instead of dissolving into a mass of nerves I’m writing like a demon on speed ever since I treated myself to the dictation software. I can go out for a walk – which gets me away from my desk – and come back with 2000 words. It’s the best of both worlds, really, and I’m very much hoping it stays that way even when the Dragon is no longer the “Shiny New Toy.”
I’ve been working on Sound Judgement, Two Divided by Zero, and a couple of short stories – letting the Muse go where she wants for now. Ian and Patrick’s story is getting longer and longer, and – at the moment – there’s no end in sight. It may need a good pruning once it’s done, but I’m not letting that bother me either. Right now, it’s all about getting words down.
And so, we come to this weeks snippet. In last week’s episode, the steampunk decor in the Streatham house finally yielded a tangle of cylinders, coils and wires that looked suspicious enough to warrant another look. And here we are…
From Sound Judgement
If Patrick had seen the thing in a museum or at a Steampunk fair, he’d have gone into raptures over the design and craftsmanship. Faced with the possibility that the carefully polished copper cylinders on the table held enough nerve gas to decimate the area, the intricate etching and tiny cogwheels on the piece he studied seemed suddenly less precious. He found himself far more interested in deciding whether what he faced was art or a modification. Unfortunately, the clock he’d seen downstairs suggested the latter.
“I think the owner of this place is a maker.”
“Which means what, exactly?”
Since he had his back to Ian, Patrick allowed himself a smile. Ian Rathbone was famous for all manner of reasons, but he never hesitated to ask when he came across something he didn’t know. It was one of the things Patrick had liked about him from the beginning. No macho bullshit, no beating around the bush and pretending. Just straight out questions. “A maker takes modern items, like pressure switches or detonators, and modifies them so they look like something a Victorian designer might have devised.” He looked up and felt his neck heat at Ian’s steady regard. “My point is that all the stuff in this house may look cuckoo, but it’s perfectly functional.”