The seeds of this scene–and Ed’s solution–were laid down in the very first pages of Digger, which boggles my mind a little.
On the off chance that anybody thinks that this is the end of a dreadfully cunning six-year plan, conceived when first I wrote the lines about the lefthand names of God and purple ink–let me just say “BWHAAHAHAHAHA….no.”
I didn’t know that Ed’s ink recipe would fix this until last week. The bit with the purple ink and the bugs was an amusing diversion (at least, I’m amused, because I find pigments and such fascinating) and it took a longish drive to the store to get groceries for me to suddenly realize why that actually mattered and had a bearing on the plot.
The original plan for Digger to get the skin’s aid was much weirder and didn’t quite work in my head at all.