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.
“Now imagine the sea, just outside,” Seissan breathed. “The smell of brine, and everything dark and wet and when the surf crashes you think you are drowning, just for a moment.” He closed his eyes, his fangs pushing forward from beneath his upper lip. “So many nights,” he whispered. “Thousands of nights, the unending darkness. Trapped in this body, dying with every wave. All just to hold the blade—”