and that is talassio properly done. huh. still bits to fiddle with, but, yeah. there it is. there it is.
my first rewrite request, ever. fingers crossed.
also: late-night write tonight. in talassio‘s epilogue now.
some of the day’s searches: biella, italy; wolf running speed; un flambeau, jeanette, isabelle; alps crossing grand tour turin/lyon/geneva/milan; tu scendi dalle stelle; fish glue; laurel.
also, over at io9 there is a good little article about historical language:
the spellcheck thing is something i might try. but more to the point: it is important. really important. because you would be surprised (at least, i was surprised) at how some things just don’t exist. ideas. ways of viewing the world. ways of organizing time, of structuring, of judging. my book is nowhere near accurate, but i’ve been trying to keep the 18th century in my mind’s eye at all times—not just the look and the feel but the perspective.
fleshing out the very skeletal last chapter and epilogue of talassio. and feeling tired, which for once is a good thing, because everyone involved is also very tired at this point. lovely when you can really feel it, when you are right there with your characters, weary and wrung out and yet still pushing on.
i keep pushing out the total word count on it. 101k and counting, but we are so very close to being Done, not just done.