hard to believe i was walking around here just two months ago.
a late 19th century painting by elie pavil – late time-wise, but just right in terms of season and feeling.
approaching from the far end, in february 2012.
the kindly editors over at cutaway invited us to talk a bit around the story (as opposed to about it, as that might have given the game away):
i feel compelled to record that so far i’ve completed 55,000 words of this first-pass structural revision. still not addressing language issues, the level of detail/nuance etc. . . . paris eliminated some subplot possibilities, and tightening those throughout the narrative is taking a while. more to the point, i’ve become stuck in a morass, with a new “chapter”/section to write and then having to revise a “chapter”/section that i really liked—it was tight and handled the dialogue between several individuals, some moving in and out, really well. the attempts to rewrite it are nowhere near as satisfying.
so i’m in the 12/13 swamp, which sounds like some kind of creepy high school classroom. and is about as much fun, at least at the moment.