Breakthroughs!

I am like a mogwai, apparently, when I shower for bed after midnight, I get story brain like whoa.  These are the things that I got, which I need to write down now in the time that I have (very little) so I don't forget.  Mental progress on three fronts.

1) The protagonist from rapey vampire story I decided never to write because it is rapey, and no is escaping.  Eevie S, goodbye.  You are now Esther Finch, still with the dark spiky hair and the doe-like movements and stillness, but upgraded, 10th grade English teacher (2 year veteran) and adjunct Freshman Comp professor at SCSU.  The man's shirt I originally saw you wearing might belong to an ex, still, but you have a closet full of your own, and sharp khakis, because you are genderqueer, and that's how you dress.  You have a thing for Hermes, your ankles are tattooed with wings and your back with a stylized herm.  Of course you were a runner.  Your apartment is decorated with robots and with mostly turn of the century paintings.  You know who Charles Fort and Dion Fortune are.  Your grandfather dated a tattooed lady before your grandmother made a respectable man out of him.  And you will be hunting carbon-fiber cryptids for benlehman .

2) Something I never thought of, a method of putting human beings on a planet thousands of light years away: upload consciousness, bring all the information you need to create human bodies and make them in the place where you show up.  Gob-smackingly fucking obvious.  Human bodies aren't made out of anything that hard to find, it stands to reason if you're going to find a place habitable to humans, it's going to have all the carbon, oxygen, hydrogen, nitrogen and trace shit just lying around in great profusion HOLY SHIT I CAN WRITE SF!  And all I need to say is that, as it turns out, our consciousnesses are kind of fixated on the human form.  I can now to dudes-in-space without pushing Sisyphus' boulder of cognitive dissonance up that hill.
And now I know how Sooney-Crow came back when Sooney died. Now I know how Murr Potter is the fifth life of the narrator.  I know where they are and where Arkansas in the Land of Demons actually is.  Most of all, I know who Arkansas Crow is, and what Sooney saw when she saw the golden doors open and the charnel wind blew out.  And why the preacher in the Hill Canton likes to sermonize about how there ain't no natural man.

WOOO, I AM FLUSH WITH THE GIDDY RUSH OF FIGURING SHIT OUT!

Now all I need is to figure out how to get Ruibe's man into SSS&S.