Arrant Nonsense

It is cute. It is amusing.

And that's all it is. There's no there there. The core question of "who is this character and what does he want" cannot be answered flippantly by "He's a genius pharma researcher who doesn't want to be murdered by robot bunnies."

Well, I mean. It can, but that doesn't make for a very satisfying story. There's a nugget of... something, here. But I can't seem to winkle it out, and nothing anyone's said to me about it (at least not yet) has hit the core of how to fix the issue.

The last Alex story finally came together when I figured out that it was about his relationship with his wife rather than about the flying weasel and the birth control. In this one, the robobunny accuses him of being "the savior of mankind" before attempting to kill him. And I wonder if maybe he should embrace that role, or I should enlarge on that theme a little. Alex doesn't see himself as a savior, but the dude cures damn cancer for a living, you know?

I have three days before it's due. Theoretically, I should be able to beat it into shape before then.

But, man, I just... don't know. The solution to the problem is elusive.

Laundry.
Craft project.
Feed my family.
Bike.

and WRITE. I am by-God going to finish this first draft today and beat it into shape enough that I can send it off with the Hubby when he goes on his trip Monday without feeling terrible that I gave him a piece of crap. My deadline is coming up fast and I am determined to hit it.

I just wonder how many pop-culture references to robots I can cram into this thing and not get in trouble. The handsome and hardworking jimhines seems to have gotten away with all kinds of references for his Libriomancer series...