20 pages into the transition chapter of doom!
General feeling: ugh.
Probably my favourite passage:
“Was she part of the royal family?”
Arceptra nodded, then shook her head. “A cousin. Distant cousin. But everyone knew of her. She was the favourite of Princess Evadne, and a captain in the war like Aunt Ariana, and … ” She swallowed again.
I almost asked about that, but I found it so easy to believe that Alaia Cordell had been a soldier that I didn’t bother.
I am increasingly aware that I don’t want to write a fantasy novel so much as a domestic novel that happens to be set in a fantasy world.
CHARACTER RELEVANT BATHS. CHARACTER RELEVANT HAIRBRUSHING. I WANT IT ALLL
But really, I’ve always been annoyed when authors barely touch the interesting stuff-of-daily-life to focus on drama, even though … that’s where the story is. So I tend to linger on ‘okay, this language has so many irregular forms, it’s very hard’ and ‘OH MY GOD PUBLIC BATHING???!’ more than the devouring roses.
We’ll see how it fares in editing, of course. But that’s where my instinct lies.
He was an old man who had lived a great life. Still, it’s a shock. I don’t even know what to think. Wherever he is, if anywhere, I hope he has peace.
It’s hard to think of him in the same sentence as David Bowie, but they’re both people I never imagined would die. What a year.
I just saw a post about how the Virgin Mary is problematic.
I could go into everything wrong with this, but in all honesty, I’m bizarrely charmed by the whole thing. It was even on anon, because of course it was. PROTESTANT ANON HATE.
I love you, Internet.