Case in point: if I were actually being rigorous about this stuff, Abby Irene could in no wise refer to a galvanized nail.
Since I'm writing fantasy, though, I get to keep him. *g* Which I guess means I can keep Tesla too.
Mmm. Death ray.
(Page 43. I just have to get our heroes through this scene, and they can find the plot. Or, more precisely, get press-ganged by the plot, which is not the plot they intended to have.
A funny thing happened on the way to the revolution....)
I figured out yesterday that one of the reasons I'm being so avoidant about this story is that when it's finished, I have to start writing another novel.
And I really don't feel like writing a novel just now.
On the other hand, once I get the proposal done, I can take a badly-needed break for a while and let it stew and deepen.
Memo to me: fallow time? Important.
ETA: comments on Hammered and Carnival.