One of the characters is refusing to speak, but that doesn't matter because a couple of new ones just entered the story from nowhere and had tons to say in regards to the main character's complete lack of knowledge about the people who cook her food and mend her clothes on a daily basis. And not a lot of it is complimentary, either ;)
Man, if I do finish this thing during November, I'll probably still be rewriting in March!
But I'm having loads of fun. This story has been at the back of my mind for years and I have a folder full of false starts in my desk drawer (which I shall proceed to turn into compost this weekend). One of the main things that got into my way was that I didn't have a good 'feel' for the planet it's set on. It never occured to me to just write the damn thing and find out as I go. Now I have a rapidly expanding desert, environmental refugees and a city whose peace is about to be severely disrupted by all this. And that's just what's going on in the background.
The main character hasn't even met the alien entity that has been stalking her civilisation for thousands of years yet. *evil laugh*