There's something about a hoppy funky dance tune that manages to reference Frank Herbert, Christian mythology, and Oscar Wilde that appeals to the folk-process parsers in the center of my being.
Besides, there's that whole Christopher Walken can hoof it issue.
All of us are in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Reason for stopping: Lunch
Reason for stopping: End of the scene.
And I just realized that I'm a third of the way done with Act IV. How the heck did that happen? It feels like I've been spinning my wheels like mad, but I just put Act IV, scene vi to bed, and then I have to write scene vii and scene viii is already drafted.
And it's kind of coming together. Oh my. It's like magic. Until I get jammed again.
I broke 800 pages today: With the scene and outline bits at the end, I have 805 pages completed, and an act and two-thirds to go. So I may indeed have been correct when I guesstimated 1,100-1,200 pages, or a little less.
I just have to keep telling myself it's all downhill from here.
Still, that last bit was an asskicker, and my hands hurt, and I'm taking the rest of the night off, dammit.
Behold and venge this Traitors perjury.
Thou Christ that art esteem'd omnipotent,
If thou wilt proove thy selfe a perfect God,
Worthy the worship of all faithfull hearts,
Be now reveng'd upon this Traitors soule,
And make the power I have left behind
(Too litle to defend our guiltlesse lives)
Sufficient to discomfort and confound
The trustlesse force of those false Christians.
--Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great Part II, Act II, scene ii
Wheee! I got in the shower and washed my hair, and the epiphany arrived as soon as my brain was clean.
I figured out several ways to externalize some of the conflict in the first two acts of The Stratford Man. This will require some additional scenes, but the book is already ridiculously long, so I don't suppose it matters much. Essentially, the whole political and motivation schema of the first two fifth of the book just came plain to me, along with the agenda os various minor characters, antagonists, and foils.
I am gallantly resisting the urge to get Mary Herbert, Sir Walter Raleigh, or Northumberland into this book. (1) because it's already in dire danger of becoming cluttered and (2) yes, they may be fantastically interesting people, but dammit, I'm up to my neck in interesting people and (3) somebody needs to write a book about Mary Herbert one of these days, and it might as well be me, instead of throwing her away on a cameo.
I'm desperately trying to avoid cameos. They're the bane of every damned historical novel I've ever read, and nothing is more annoying than watching Interesting Personage #5006 trotted onstage for a brief purpose entirely tangential to the plot, and then shuffled offstage again without contributing to any narrative arc major or minor.
I also figured out a character motivation issue and a Plot Twist For Later. Which, I might add, I set up in advance. So my subconscious was obviously on the stick even though it hadn't gotten around to informing my plotters and parsers what was what.
Also, I have a tuna grinder for dinner. And now I am happy.