My new favorite word this week is "eucatastrophe." (It was the Oxford word of the Day this morning.)
Carnival is determined to be difficult. I suspect, in fact, that it's going to be difficult all the way through, damned book. Although I think I have the plot figured out (it's really not all that intricate, but it plays intricate on TV) and I have a stack of notecards here of things I need to remember to do, so that's something.
I think I'm going to reread what I have this morning, and see what it sparks. It's be nice if I could get some momentum on this sucker. I'd like to have a draft by the end of August / early September, which is when I have to revise (thankfully it doesn't look like a rewrite but just a tweak) Whiskey & Water.
Ee. I'm almost out of summer. e.
First, shower and tea, though. And maybe pants. Pants would be good.