because at some point on sunday it hit me, a different way to approach . . . chapter 3. which is great, it could really work, but it means writing chapter 3 again, from scratch.
my head wants to be in paris, in the wolves. i want talassio to be mechanical at this point—cleaning up my sea of semi-colons, adding in all those little subtle hints of motivations and what’s-going-on that will give the reader enough info to eliminate some of the confusions my betas reported. but i’m worried about england. chapter 3, as it stands, would be a perfectly fine chapter if what came around it wasn’t of the exact same pacing—and that pacing persists until venice, when suddenly the gears shift.
that could change, with this revisioning of 3. but it would also produce a ripple effect through the whole book. and just thinking about ripples, right now, makes me very tired.
and the day job beckons. time for another cuppa.