what we like to call a marathon
Over 4K words today (all of the London Go Boom variety), and over 8K of revision. We’re nearing the home stretch.
This book feels more raw to me than Midnight Never Come, in a way I find hard to describe. It’s not simply that I think I’m being meaner to my characters — though that’s part of it. (I think Irrith is the only viewpoint character I haven’t done anything horrible to. I wonder if I can fix that before the end?) Partly it’s that I think the politics are less polished; whether it’s a genuine difference of time period or a result of the rough edges being worn off the Elizabethan era, the seventeenth century just feels messier, with more sharp corners sticking out. And I’m really going all-out on the explosions, which no doubt contributes in its own way.
Raw. That’s the only word I can find for it.
112K of book at present, with two days of Fire yet to be added.