Alas, the dialogue I was working towards is lovely and angstful, but contrived. It must go; the story cannot end that way.
And now, I have six hours to try to finish the damned thing. 22,636 words and counting.
Best news of the day: casacorona has read through the revised text of The Tempering of Men, and the book is delivered. She says she…
Word knows "clerestory," but not "thaumaturgical" (it suggests "dramaturgical," much to my delight), "caul," "querulousness," "ancientry," "knacker,"…
Apparently, Anonymous is doing it again for March 15, which happens to be L. Ron Hubbard's birthday (observed).