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Baseline.md

@@ -5,7 +5,7 @@ Working Title: *The Difference Between an Idiot and a Moron*
 Step I -- the 'Big Idea':
 
 'Adir's spectacularly mediocre lifestyle is unsurprisingly jeopardized
-when he's drafted into *nature's dumbest animal --* the military'
+when he's drafted into *nature's dumbest animal -- *the military'
 
 Step II -- Plot Outline:
 
@@ -31,7 +31,7 @@ Defense (DFACP)**
 \- a place of great hopes from young soldiers who will never reach the
 greatness they are led to believe they deserve. (False Hope)
 
-\* **Hutspace Base Complex-** And old place reeking of despair, and the
+\* **Hutspace Base Complex- **And old place reeking of despair, and the
 endgame of all hopes from previous training. (Apathy)
 
 \* The Boroughs, Airforce HQ -- A proud place full of false substance,
@@ -69,7 +69,7 @@ Tech School. These are satellites to their main locations.
 
 \* Small glimpses of pre-draft life.
 
-***1. Defense Force Academy of Computer Professions and Cyberspace
+***1****. Defense Force Academy of Computer Professions and Cyberspace
 Defense***
 
 The Naivete
@@ -80,9 +80,9 @@ agonizes over.
 
 (False Hope)
 
-***2. Hutspace Base Complex Base 108***
+***2****. Hutspace Base Complex Base 108***
 
-**Big Things** ***Are*** **Coming, Right?**
+**Big Things *****Are *****Coming, Right?**
 
 Adir is stationed in a reality unlike what he had believed, and
 desperately clings to hope of his great role, despite all signs
@@ -90,7 +90,7 @@ suggesting otherwise.
 
 (Apathy)
 
-***3. The Boroughs, Air Force Headquarters***
+***3****. The Boroughs, Air Force Headquarters***
 
 Of Course I Have A Say!
 
@@ -98,7 +98,7 @@ Adir is restationed again, this time aware of the faults in his new
 station -- but powerless to prevent or face them, he grows proud and
 distant -- a facade that comes crashing down and leads to depression.
 
-***4. University***
+***4****. University***
 
 It's So Nice To Feel Human Again
 
@@ -109,7 +109,7 @@ service and regains his self worth and dignity -- which leads to a
 painful loss, and the conversion of depression to rage on his next
 stationing.
 
-***5. 15***^***th***^ ***AFB -Job Field Airbase***
+***5. 15***^***th***^*** AFB -Job Field Airbase***
 
 Nature's Dumbest Animal
 
@@ -169,8 +169,8 @@ it now, but it's okay, because afterwards he's scheduled himself to go
 forth, earn lots of money, fund his Biotech degree and go about saving
 the world.
 
-Here comes the Sacred Cow, and that *'Meaningful Service'* everyone's on
-about. What could go wrong?
+Here comes the Sacred Cow, and that* 'Meaningful Service'* everyone's on
+about. What could go wrong?* *
 
 V. Point Of View:
 

Basics.md

@@ -4,7 +4,7 @@ I.  Distill the 'Big Idea' -- a single sentence. ('Elevator Pitch').
 
 II. Create a one page outline of the plot:
 
-IV\. Grow the plot, and decide its' general type
+IV. Grow the plot, and decide its' general type
 (Adventure/Change/Mistake/Lure/Race\...)
 
 I.  Decide on a schedule. \[300 words a day\]
@@ -17,7 +17,7 @@ IV. Write an 'Opener'.
     (Dramatic/Philosophical/Suprising/Poetic/Humouros) \[famous
     openers\]
 
-V.  Write, then critique -- whatever the chunk size. Not both.
+V.   Write, then critique -- whatever the chunk size. Not both.
 
 VI. Brave the 'Marathon of the Middle'.
 

Cutting_room_floor.md

@@ -34,7 +34,7 @@ no expectations, no comments. Had the rest had been like this things
 would have been considerably easier.
 
 The Gerbil was already striding through the dark server room towards the
-(aptly named, he mused) restroom for his usual *embarrassing medical
+(aptly named, he mused) restroom for his usual* embarrassing medical
 issue* when one of the many pointless IP phones in the great hall rang.
 He picked up and said nothing because he still thinks it's really funny.
 
@@ -74,8 +74,8 @@ engraved in his sorry psyche as the aroma of despair and stupid.
 
 He strode towards the squadron as the jobnics were already pouring in
 with their little backpacks and single Airpods talking enthusiastically
-to their friends about the *crazy* party last night, praying to no one
-in particular that none of *them* show up. None of the bastards did --
+to their friends about the* crazy* party* *last night, praying to no one
+in particular that none of* them *show up. None of the bastards did --
 likely too busy parking and shaving and whatever it is they do - and he
 stepped into the first squadron's soothing, people free inner courtyard
 and towards the Trainer's door, where Tavor awaited him next to the
@@ -89,7 +89,7 @@ and frowned. 'You look pretty tired'.
 'Do you want a Mud Coffee, maybe? Was just making one for myself'.
 
 Sitting down for Mud Coffee with a pilot was every self respecting Air
-Force soldier's *dream*, man, but the Gerbil had an appointment with a
+Force soldier's* dream*, man, but the Gerbil had an appointment with a
 smelly beanbag, and he meant to honor it. It was his highest duty as a
 jobnic, a rebel, and an irritable ass. Even though they have those nice,
 tall coffee glasses here\...
@@ -103,12 +103,11 @@ Tavor took his phone from the phone shelf and strode away with purpose.
 
 Adir kind of liked Mike Tavor. He still treats him as human.
 
-He casually hid his phone in his pajama pockets (with a loud
-*ccccrrrrk!* from the scotch pockets), entered the code on the numpad
-and stepped inside. He didn't need the phone -- in fact, it was a
-hindrance -- but it was a matter of principle, like most other matters
-in the Gerbil's life right now. This is his domain and he answers to
-none.
+He casually hid his phone in his pajama pockets (with a loud*
+ccccrrrrk!* from the scotch pockets), entered the code on the numpad and
+stepped inside. He didn't need the phone -- in fact, it was a hindrance
+-- but it was a matter of principle, like most other matters in the
+Gerbil's life right now. This is his domain and he answers to none.
 
 The Trainer room was blessedly dark -- even the blinds into the
 courtyard were shut. The only light was the big digital clock, filling
@@ -117,10 +116,10 @@ moments before the instructors arrive.
 
 He entered the small side room and did the whole usual nonsense --
 flipped only some of the switches in that specific order, closed the
-hatch, put the AC on the thingy, made the three beeps, waited for the
-*Vrrrrruuuhhhhh!* to start up and the *Hhhhhuuurrrrrv* that died down
-and crouched his way back to the main room, where the eight big screens
-slowly lit up and started complaining.
+hatch, put the AC on the thingy, made the three beeps, waited for the*
+Vrrrrruuuhhhhh!* to start up and the* Hhhhhuuurrrrrv* that died down*
+*and crouched his way back to the main room, where the eight big screens
+slowly lit up and started complaining.* *
 
 *You and me both*, he thought. Both stupid old things.
 
@@ -129,8 +128,8 @@ seconds of booting up, and five hundred and forty seconds of him staring
 at it. He then clicked on the thing and waited for it to start up --
 thirty seconds of starting the program and three hundred seconds of
 staring at it. Add about thirty scattered seconds of taking out his
-phone, checking the time, sighing grumpily and putting it back with a
-*ccccrrrrk!* Because he still could, dammit. Just as he pressed the
+phone, checking the time, sighing grumpily and putting it back with a*
+ccccrrrrk! *Because he still could, dammit. Just as he pressed the
 gamepad (they paid millions for this! how?!) to confirm the thing works,
 today's two instructors walked in.
 
@@ -411,7 +410,7 @@ there was no sound.
 Adir deducted something was amiss using his superb emotional
 intelligence.
 
-'**WHO**', the man bellowed, '**IN THE** ***FUCK,*** **LET HIM OUT LIKE
+'**WHO**', the man bellowed, '**IN THE *****FUCK, *****LET HIM OUT LIKE
 THIS?!**'
 
 In the background, people started scurrying. A hand reeled him back in
@@ -528,11 +527,11 @@ soldiers from Adir's department scattering randomly in every direction.
 
 'What do you mean you're not running!?' roared Henesee, loud enough to
 slow the scattering around them, if momentarily. 'I am your *Department
-Commander!,* and as your ***Department Commander!** I demand that*
--**'**
+Commander!, *and as your ***Department Commander! **I demand that
+*-**'**
 
-'*How are we still having this conversation??'* Adir shouted back at the
-top of his lungs. *'I could have gotten there **TEN TIMES** by now!'*
+'*How are we still having this conversation??' *Adir shouted back at the
+top of his lungs. *'I could have gotten there **TEN TIMES **by now!'*
 
 '*IF I TELL YOU TO GO THAT WAY, THEN -'*
 
@@ -589,7 +588,7 @@ prepared in the event of war'.
 man but he just won't take a hint. What did you tell him?'
 
 'Look, we've been over this. I will not keep 'undergarments' here. I
-will *never* keep 'undergarments' here. Not for two weeks, not for two
+will* never* keep 'undergarments' here.* *Not for two weeks, not for two
 hours!'
 
 'Not even for the war?' asked Ronen with an air of triumph
@@ -801,7 +800,7 @@ happens every single day'
 
 'You know,' admitted Gilad, 'It's true.'
 
-'A real *Computanovella*', said Yoav
+'A real* Computanovella*', said Yoav
 
 *'*Shut u- no, wait. That's actually brilliant', said Gilad.
 '*Computanovella, chapter 3253: Opal configures the squadron's emails*'
@@ -837,7 +836,7 @@ them.
 
 'Me?! How dare you! While you loiter an-'
 
-'*Loiter!?* You come waltzing in from headquarters and think you know it
+'*Loiter!? *You come waltzing in from headquarters and think you know it
 all? Can't you see we're discussing strategy?'
 
 '*Out in the open?*' the officer demanded. 'That's against information
@@ -1314,7 +1313,7 @@ the exchange is taking so long.
 'Since September'
 
 'You're telling me', he said, furious, 'You've been here since
-*September* and you don't know your commander, soldier?'
+*September *and you don't know your commander, soldier?'
 
 'Let me go somewhere in peace.'
 
@@ -1578,7 +1577,7 @@ Tamar broke the drawn out silence.
 
 'Adir, I find this highly unlikely.'
 
-'I know you do. I do as well. But take a *good look* at me -- do you
+'I know you do. I do as well. But take a *good look *at me -- do you
 think I had that beard approved? Can you see I bear no rank? Please, be
 my guest -- let's go down to the pit right now and see if anyone
 recognizes me at all.'

The_Difference_Between_an_Idiot_and_a_Moron.md

@@ -696,7 +696,7 @@ heart. A decision was made, and he will stick to it.
 
 He got out.
 
-***Chapter I --** **Security Service Candidate Adir Levin***
+***Chapter I -- ****Security Service Candidate Adir Levin***
 
 Private Adir Levin was just shy of 19 years of age when he was drafted.
 
@@ -899,7 +899,7 @@ Now he was here.
 
 The Computer Science School was nothing like he had envisioned a
 military base to be -- not that he had done much envisioning at all.
-Spring Buds, where he went through boot camp, had been *exactly* like
+Spring Buds, where he went through boot camp, had been* exactly* like
 what little he had envisioned -- it was stuck in the middle of nowhere,
 it was full of big, ugly green tents and ancient structures torn
 straight out of the 1920's. It had guard posts and lots of dirty empty
@@ -922,7 +922,7 @@ kept and had lots of emblems and flags protruding from the upper floors,
 with a million passages to and from it -- as if it was the beating heart
 of the base, and the soldiers flowing into it its lifeblood.
 
-The base was, however, *ridiculously* small -- Adir could circle it
+The base was, however,* ridiculously* small -- Adir could circle it
 leisurely in just under eight minutes. Also unlike Spring Buds -- which
 was huge -- was the fact that it lay right in the middle of the city,
 perhaps a 15 minute bus ride from his house. The base was elevated from