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Nimenhao, I'm joining the ranks to soak up the waves of motivation emanating from your pores. I am in the middle of a dogfight, or you could say I have a big one on the line. I'm in okc and I have written many short stories. Some about romance in space, some about listening to gators all night. Even one about a kid coping with his mother's incarceration for murder, but not of the father. Right now, to regress to the big'un on the hook, it's an ambitious tango between the perspectives of two everyday people; the young African American who has just inherited 500 acres, acreage which also happens to be the location for the plantation at which his predecessors toiled, not so long ago, and the Caucasian lawyer, the daughter, the Hamilton, the, uh, family who used to own the land, seemingly forever ago. I'm stuck. Confidential convos are welcome, but right now, I'm interested in all of the spaghetti noodles going against the whole wall. I've got a big wall. What is the linking event that catalyzes the Hamilton family to pursue reclamation so aggressively, when never had they before? Why now? I'm chewing on the idea of a wealthy landowner offering to assist in reclamation in exchange for percentage points and building rights; it's coastal land. Hit me with your best shot! and.....hi, everybody! (in unison:) Hi, Dr. Nick!! |