"I feel your pain"

What I really want right now is a device that would record what I feel and play it back. Into my dentist's body. And my doctor's and my physio's and all those medical practitioners, but immediately my dentist's. Just so that he would know, clearly and absolutely. Don't be silly, it's not an instrument of revenge; it's a diagnostic tool. At least it would convince him that I'm not making this up, or making a fuss over nothing very much. (No, he didn't accuse me of either; he's known me long enough. Only, this last year or so, I keep presenting with pain that he can't locate, in teeth that seem utterly solid. We are both getting weary of this...)

Every day a new discovery

So I'm writing a not-exactly-sequel to House of Doors, another book set in the same house a generation later, with a few of the same characters overlapping in other roles. One of them I already knew I was being clever about his name, for reasons that seem clever to me; but another one has just gone to introduce himself, and - well, I hesitated, and had to go search the previous book. And, yup. He doesn't have a first name. Has a nickname that I can't use here, and a rank and a surname, but apparently I never gave him a first name. Hey-ho.

*makes something up*