Kind of at the halfway point here at Frozen Dreams, folks. Kind of weird, seeing the manuscript form. Kind of weird, thinking about the really difficult parts coming up.
Snippet:
We were in Sofie’s combination study/artifact workspace, which was a nice combination of wood paneling, airy windows, and a tastefully boastful collection of certain items that she had personally collected from her expeditions. There were the obligatory crossed leaf-spring swords underneath an Old American Stop sign shield, of course — I swear, somebody’s churning them out in a shop somewhere — but the rest of it was more interesting. Shrunken-head, big-hair fetishes from the barbie tribes up in Old California, woven blankets showing chupacabras and odd saucer-like vehicles from what used to be Sonora, a collection of crumbling boards of Old American circuitry from the one military base dig Sofie managed to do in the Cold-Lands; she had packed a lot of field work in only a couple of years. I wondered whether she missed the Life. It seemed rude to ask, though.
For some reason Amazon thinks a relevant link is a text-book also called Frozen Dreams about the psychology of fertility treatments(involving frozen embryos apparently).
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Strange, the connections the internet makes for us. I would not have found this dive without my initial interest in military-blogs post-9/11 and the various chains of blog-rolls when those were a functional thing. Your version of Frozen Dreams sounds much more interesting.