I showed/read Scent of Spring to my mother last night, and she loved it. Which was very heartening. Nobody in my household really cares for it that much — they laugh at the characters’ quips, but the story itself doesn’t interest them. And it’s not as plotty a sort of story as I usually do, so I have worried, on occasion, if it might be a little broken. But the story is quite insistent that it already has all the plot its ever going to have, so it’s very nice to know there is at least one person out there for whom it works exactly as it is.
I know one’s mother isn’t supposed to count as feedback because they alway love everything you do, or at least say as much, but she was crying — both in the sad way, in the middle, and in the “oh that’s so beautiful” way, at the end. Also, come to think of it, at Harchung’s ‘all this I loved’ speech, which is just lovely — and I say so even though I wrote it myself. Not very many of my heroes will let me write romantic speeches for them. (Although Mijahd, in the novella I just wrote, does recite some poetry, which was very fun for me — I haven’t had a chance to do that sort of thing since Cantata.)