We had a midnight deadline to start packing up for the Poppy Festival in Paris Kentucky this morning.. Almost 3AM and still up. We only had 4 show up for the preview class tonight and quick 5th that didn;t stay. I like teaching small classes. They're more interactive and I get to learn as well. I like questions because I am an old school notebook guy and if the sink in with me I write them down for perusal and noodling later. And doing run throughs with software inevitably turns up interesting things. There are a LOT of moving parts to WCP and some of them I don't catch unless people ask me questions or I use it myself. Tonight's class caused me to do a code review on some of the parts because things weren't quite right. Turns out one issue spawned a dozen small important fixes, a new version of the short story studio, a new version of the short story planner, and an update to the way genre's work and a bug there I didn't notice that the chosen genre for a book wasn't being saved with that book. UGH! The reality of it though is that I took the Brainstorm idea we worked with for a very cute and fun science fiction romance story was run through the system three ways tonight and the final version is a huge improvement. Because short stories are pretty easy. now I'm going to spend the next two days testing cheaper models with this same story idea to see what kind of output we get. If anyone has suggestions for models to try let me know below. And please keep asking questions, make requests, question everything. It really does help! ****** This is the first scene from tonights short story idea SCENE 1: THE SHOOTOUT & BAR ACCIDENT — REVISED [FISK POV] The bar smelled like it always did — recycled air, fried protein, and something vaguely alcoholic that had probably soaked into the floor years ago. Fisk sat in his usual spot, third stool from the corner, close enough to the exit that he could leave without making a production of it. The stool wobbled. It always wobbled. He'd offered to fix it once. Marro told him to mind his own damn business.