Revisions on One-Eyed Jack & The Suicide King are going remarkably well. I'm already on page 36, and I have a really good idea of what I need to add and how I need to play it. And I figured out a thematic problem that was bothering me, and I have an easy fix. So huzzah for that.
I think I might be able to get this done in a week or so.
Of course, what I'm revising here is fourth draft, so it's not like there's a lot of sentence-level fiddling left to do.
Something unexpected happened: I like this book. Last time I read it, I hated it, so I think that's pretty cool.
You'd think anybody who'd been dead for any time at all would have had enough of blackness and shadows. Sycorax reveled in them. If she were three hundred years younger, she'd have been a gothchick.
Mean things: impalement, snipers, mind control, starvation, vampires, interfering avatars of dead Hollywood starlets, not getting to hear the end of the song.