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Someone give me a cookie, I’ve wrenched myself away from Kes Dameron being a hopeless goofus and am back to Chapter 7 of Home Out In The Wind, which I’m meant to be doing final formatting on but am about halfway through what will probably be a 4k-word scene. Also I want to cut like half of what I added in, and am completely unenthused about the whole chapter. I had a whole week to work on it, and I was dreading it so much that I wrote a novella. (*ahem* 25k now.)
*rolls around* whaaaat is wronnnnggg with meeeeeee
Also I uh. Might have accidentally made Kes dyslexic. I have dyscalculia, which is related though not really similar, but not actually dyslexia, so I actually don’t know if I’m describing it right at all. I might. Uh. I’m not working on this so not now, but I might be looking for someone dyslexic to help me make sure I’m describing it approximately right? Or at least some good resources that describe it well? But not right now I am supposed to be writing something else.
(But how would that work in space and i bet he has screen reader programs he cobbles together but he’s not good at holopads and stuff and he memorizes things and makes other people read them for him and he’s super super super good at hiding it and nobody knows and maybe poe doesn’t even really know and is like god my dad is such an anti-intellectual what even is his deal i don’t think he’s even ever read a novel hmph and meanwhile kes is like, snif, my egghead smart baby, nobody can ever call him stupid)
((NO I AM WRITING ABOUT THE RESISTANCE NOW LEAVE ME ALONE))
It rapidly became apparent when Finn produced his scrap of flimsi that Organa absolutely had not been expecting him to have a report set to go on the various omissions from expenditure reports that certainly indicated the payment or receipt of bribes.
“You’re sure of this,” she said.
Finn called up the holo-display and showed her the correlations. “I,” he said eventually, not sure what to make of her expression. “I mean. For what it’s worth, you’ve got an unusually tight ship here, I think. Bribes of this nature are just— I mean, you get that kind of lossage in any organization, and I think it’s really heartening how many people are using the payoff to benefit the organization.”
“Well,” Organa said, resigned, “it’s not like there’s a lot of slack.”
“No,” Finn said. “I mean. It’s a testament to your people’s dedication that it works out at all.”
“And it’s the sort of thing I’m used to dealing with,” she said, and sighed. “But no one here wants to tell me things like this. It’s like they’ve forgotten, you know, I used to be a regular politician.”
Finn thought about that a moment, and then thought about how differently he would probably feel about this woman if he had grown up with her legend the way literally everyone else had. Like Poe; he practically worshipped her. “I wouldn’t know,” he said. “I have no idea what the words normal or regular really mean.”
“I know you don’t,” she said, and her expression was soft. For some reason, she touched his face. He gave her a small smile.
Someone give me a cookie, I’ve wrenched myself away from Kes Dameron being a hopeless goofus and am back to Chapter 7 of Home Out In The Wind, which I’m meant to be doing final formatting on but am about halfway through what will probably be a 4k-word scene. Also I want to cut like half of what I added in, and am completely unenthused about the whole chapter. I had a whole week to work on it, and I was dreading it so much that I wrote a novella. (*ahem* 25k now.)
*rolls around* whaaaat is wronnnnggg with meeeeeee
Also I uh. Might have accidentally made Kes dyslexic. I have dyscalculia, which is related though not really similar, but not actually dyslexia, so I actually don’t know if I’m describing it right at all. I might. Uh. I’m not working on this so not now, but I might be looking for someone dyslexic to help me make sure I’m describing it approximately right? Or at least some good resources that describe it well? But not right now I am supposed to be writing something else.
(But how would that work in space and i bet he has screen reader programs he cobbles together but he’s not good at holopads and stuff and he memorizes things and makes other people read them for him and he’s super super super good at hiding it and nobody knows and maybe poe doesn’t even really know and is like god my dad is such an anti-intellectual what even is his deal i don’t think he’s even ever read a novel hmph and meanwhile kes is like, snif, my egghead smart baby, nobody can ever call him stupid)
((NO I AM WRITING ABOUT THE RESISTANCE NOW LEAVE ME ALONE))
It rapidly became apparent when Finn produced his scrap of flimsi that Organa absolutely had not been expecting him to have a report set to go on the various omissions from expenditure reports that certainly indicated the payment or receipt of bribes.
“You’re sure of this,” she said.
Finn called up the holo-display and showed her the correlations. “I,” he said eventually, not sure what to make of her expression. “I mean. For what it’s worth, you’ve got an unusually tight ship here, I think. Bribes of this nature are just— I mean, you get that kind of lossage in any organization, and I think it’s really heartening how many people are using the payoff to benefit the organization.”
“Well,” Organa said, resigned, “it’s not like there’s a lot of slack.”
“No,” Finn said. “I mean. It’s a testament to your people’s dedication that it works out at all.”
“And it’s the sort of thing I’m used to dealing with,” she said, and sighed. “But no one here wants to tell me things like this. It’s like they’ve forgotten, you know, I used to be a regular politician.”
Finn thought about that a moment, and then thought about how differently he would probably feel about this woman if he had grown up with her legend the way literally everyone else had. Like Poe; he practically worshipped her. “I wouldn’t know,” he said. “I have no idea what the words normal or regular really mean.”
“I know you don’t,” she said, and her expression was soft. For some reason, she touched his face. He gave her a small smile.
