Eep, this is late in coming, and you've got my apologies, Ann. Real life has been far too hectic lately to even steal a few quick minutes on the boards to post proper FDK, grr!
First off, I just want to say that I'm so so so glad you shared this with us, and I hope you continue to write, Ann! You have so much talent — you paint such vivid pictures with your words. (I also wanted to clarify the "Amazon's cut-off breast" comment I made in earlier FDK; I think it's such an apt, visceral description and I understood the historical reference, just for some reason, I'd paused there each time I read that sentence. In the end, I attributed it to the hyphen [which is admittedly a little silly, but we journalists are crazy that way], and thought maybe the word "severed" might work better in the place of "cut-off." That was my only beef, I pinky promise.)
And this chapter — it was lovely and WaFFy and just ... *hearts.*
When he first told her that Clark and Superman were the same person, she had merely grinned at him and informed him that she already knew. The first time he had been squirming because he needed to run out on her to be Superman, she had just rolled her eyes, swatted his behind to send him on his way, and muttered, ”What are you waiting for, Flyboy?”
It's so perfect! Of course Lois already knew — she's not the best investigative reporter in the history of journalism because she can yodel.
And this — ack, it just made my heart constrict in the best possible way:
They both knew, with the certainty that comes from having shared a dream, that she had risked everything to challenge and banish his fear of himself, and his fear of her. She had laid everything on the line to make him believe in himself, and in her. And he had found it in himself to take her hand, and to believe.
Again, your Lois and your Clark go beyond the meaning of "soul mates," and in these three sentences, that's illustrated beautifully. Such gorgeous phrasing — so poignant.
Thanks again for sharing this with us, Ann — and keep writing!
