milan and venice, i will be demanding things of you.
it was 18 months ago that i went to paris to try and get a grip on the wolves (and the title may change now, though talassio and malcolm are quite set in stone). when i compare my maps and notes to those for italy, i will concede: outlining-types, you have an advantage. in paris i was everywhere, looking at everything. granted i hope to get two books out of that trip, but this prequel was surprisingly easy to plan, and has even left room in the itinerary for an actual, ah, vacation.
nothing to do with having written a solid draft first, of course.
i hope to be done by december. though i was having all sorts of weird backstory thoughts today, which might again change, oh, not the spine of talassio, but some of the inflections . . . we shall see. more thought is needed.