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Yuletide is up, so I can now say that I wrote Days of Nineteen. Dark Tower -- is anyone surprised? I didn't think so. At least
stubbleglitter liked it ... and it turned out pretty well ... it's all I could hope for.
(Side note to
karabou, who was so worried about Jake becoming a chain smoker: it isn't something I thought of randomly.
Roland was smoking, and Jake nodded at it.
"Roll me one of those, would you?"
Roland turned in Susannah's direction, eyebrows raised. She shrugged, then nodded. Roland rolled Jake a cigarette, gave it to him, then scratched a match on the seat of his pants and lit it. Jake sat on the waggon wheel, taking the smoke in occasional puffs, holding it in his mouth, then letting it out. His mouth filled up with spit. He didn't mind. Unlike some things, spit could be got rid of. He made no attempt to inhale.
Wolves of the Calla, 690.
I'm just using it in a self-medicating kind of way -- as part of Jake dealing with his grief over the Slightman boy's death. What is the only outlet that Jake has that's not only societally approved (re: the "cowboy" mentality of the Calla) but approved by Roland as well (and taken up by Roland at more or less the same age)? Smokin', that's what. It's not much mentioned later, so I assume it tapers off, but this is set in that small space between books, where I can do what I want ... in retrospect maybe "chain-smoking" was an ill-thought-out term ... but I do love the sound of it.)
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Roland was smoking, and Jake nodded at it.
"Roll me one of those, would you?"
Roland turned in Susannah's direction, eyebrows raised. She shrugged, then nodded. Roland rolled Jake a cigarette, gave it to him, then scratched a match on the seat of his pants and lit it. Jake sat on the waggon wheel, taking the smoke in occasional puffs, holding it in his mouth, then letting it out. His mouth filled up with spit. He didn't mind. Unlike some things, spit could be got rid of. He made no attempt to inhale.
Wolves of the Calla, 690.
I'm just using it in a self-medicating kind of way -- as part of Jake dealing with his grief over the Slightman boy's death. What is the only outlet that Jake has that's not only societally approved (re: the "cowboy" mentality of the Calla) but approved by Roland as well (and taken up by Roland at more or less the same age)? Smokin', that's what. It's not much mentioned later, so I assume it tapers off, but this is set in that small space between books, where I can do what I want ... in retrospect maybe "chain-smoking" was an ill-thought-out term ... but I do love the sound of it.)
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