rolanni | Yo no soy marinero. . .soy capitan, soy capitan (Reply)

What with one thing and another, actual writing has been going a little -- OK, a lot -- slower than I'd like. I did sit down with Mozart, the pad, and the pen and we figured out -- with Mozart of course doing the heavy lifting; I want to stress that -- how to accommodate the second POV in a way that's not too intrusive. We think. That meant I had to recast the first scene, which meant I lost some words. Of course. But the scene is better now, and the reveal will be the better for being done slowly, over time. So, yanno -- it's all good.

Just not fast.

I think I forgot to mention here that sandals are now on sale at the Dexter shoe outlet in Waterville. At the time I received this information, via the store's marquee, it was snowing a bastid and we could barely see the car in front of us.

Also, of slightly more import -- there's a new luthier in Waterville, right next to/slightly under Somerset Violins. I'm not clear on whether the new shop -- Patkus Guitars -- is related to Somerset Violins, or if the Railroad Square shops and work spaces are just a super-nice location for people who build stringed instruments. I do like living in a place where I can say that there's a new luthier in town, though.

Tomorrow, I'm hoping for neither alarums or excursions of any flavor. I really need to get some work done, here, Universe, 'k?

Progress on Carousel Seas:

11,387/100,000 OR 11% complete

"You must be somethin'," Frenchy said, and her voice actually was a little hushed, as if she'd just witnessed an event of no small moment.

"King Cat?" I asked, trying for flippant.

"Near enough. The fishing men call him Old Mister, and even they do what he says."