Coming down to the short strokes on the trilogy. Half a dozen narrative threads need to be tied off, seeds planted for a "seventy-five years from now" sequel and the happy ending my mOm is demanding laid out like a buffet. This is NOT grimdark, although parts of it are frikkin' dark.
I'll be heading to Victoria to collect the second mss, corrected, sometime this upcoming week. The editing of course is way worse than the writing, and the writing is work.
Jeff took me to brekky this morning and I feel much better, since I had a horrid night's sleep. There was a rat in my room and the cats for some reason are not chasing it.
Anybody catch what
Steve Miller said at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Induction??
Back to the salt mines....