“dismembered be thy name . . . .”
Bunch of landmarks tonight.
The numerical one is 100K. Ladies and gents, we’re into six digits, and the explosions are truly beginning.
One of tonight’s scenes involved Deven being a righteous ass. Another one is of a sort where, to really prepare and get it right, I would have to go get a Ph.D in Renaissance theology. (And probably another one in Renaissance occultism.) Instead, I speed-read Frances Yates, and yes, that’s exactly as bad of an idea as those of you who recognize that name think it is. My brain nearly melted.
The third scene is the one I’ve been looking forward to since I sat in a cafe down the street from the British Museum, with my shoes wet and my hot chocolate getting cold, and wrote a line in my notes that had me giggling for days afterward. Yes, we finally got there, and it amuses me just as much today as it did two months ago.
I have two Tiresias scenes, two flashbacks, about half of Act Five, and an epilogue to go. (Yes, this book needs an epilogue. Also a prologue. Trust me.)
I’m saying “yes” a lot in this post.
It’s a downhill charge from here to the end.
Authorial sadism: For once, it was all the minor spear-carrying characters I was the meanest to, instead of the main ones. I like to mix things up a bit, don’t you know.
LBR quota: Love. No, really. I promise.
. . . okay, I admit, there’s a whole lotta blood just on the other side of the horizon, and the love is going to bring it down.