Oh well. Maybe someday when I'm famous I can get a re-issue with my titles. Nyah!
I'm in luck. My new point of view character, one Danilaw Jordan, is so far giving every indication of being a happy worker. Some characters just are--they'll talk my ear off, and I never have to worry when I'm in their POV, because they'll just keep the material coming. Jenny Casey is one of those--you put a quarter in her slot, and get fifteen minutes of entertaining bull. (
Kit Marlowe was another one. He wrote himself.
And then there's this guy. Whose narrative voice is very different from that of the series so far, but I think I can make it work. After all, that's thematic.
In keeping with the level of
I actually roughed this scene during the first half of the Diane Davies band concert in Northampton that I attended earlier this evening--the ticket was a birthday gift from
Before that, I spent the morning and early afternoon adding 1526 words to The White City, and I've gotten to the point where I need to figure out what the hell, exactly, is going on to justify the groundwork that I've laid.
Oh if only I could just keep making random shit up forever. But the middle has to start somewhere, and here is the sand with the line.