I can has three chapters (an anaemic 10,000 words) and enough plot for a synopsis. (But no clean gym clothes, apparently. *(%*%^)
To my surprise, Racewank '07 is directly affecting the novel, forcing me to recognise what might have been an embarrassing cockup with one of the characters. Last week we did proofreading for
Nobody's Children, and I recognised input from lots of the stuff I've been reading, eg Orwell's description of a warzone, a UXB expert's observation from Ordinary Decent Criminals, and so on. It's nice to see my writing's a little more sophisticated than it used to be, both the plotting and my always vague comprehension of the real world.