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swan_towerDespite Alyc's encouragement, I don't think I have it in me to make three progress posts today, one for Chapter 27, and one apiece for the prologue and the epilogue. :-P Yes, the prologue to this book was one of the last things we wrote: third from the end, to be precise, followed by the last scene of Chapter 27 and the epilogue. That last being, of course, a thing the previous two books didn't have, but here it helps a lot to show some longer-term effects that would feel very shoehorned into the final chapter.
Alyc and I each have a traditional quote associated with having finished a book. Mine comes from The Unstrung Harp; or, Mr. Earbrass Writes a Novel by Edward Gorey: "The next day Mr. Earbrass is conscious, but very little more." Alyc's comes from a Gilbert & Sullivan musical (Patience, I think): "Finished! At last, finished! The book is finished, and my soul has gone out into it. That was all. It was nothing worth mentioning. It occurs three times a day."
We may not do this three times a day, but yeah. Soul gone out. Conscious. Very little more. Ima go flop now.
Word count: 198,360 -- we undershot in our zeal to not go over, and will be fleshing out things we short-changed during revisions.
Authorial sadism: Alyc is right that a certain departure needed to happen . . . but it still hurts. Us as well as the characters.
Authorial amusement: The introduction Ren gets in the epilogue.
BLR quotient: Love is healing the wounds, and the turbulent waters of rhetoric are calming. It won't be smooth sailing from here into eternity, but the storm has passed.
(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/cayPce)
Alyc and I each have a traditional quote associated with having finished a book. Mine comes from The Unstrung Harp; or, Mr. Earbrass Writes a Novel by Edward Gorey: "The next day Mr. Earbrass is conscious, but very little more." Alyc's comes from a Gilbert & Sullivan musical (Patience, I think): "Finished! At last, finished! The book is finished, and my soul has gone out into it. That was all. It was nothing worth mentioning. It occurs three times a day."
We may not do this three times a day, but yeah. Soul gone out. Conscious. Very little more. Ima go flop now.
Word count: 198,360 -- we undershot in our zeal to not go over, and will be fleshing out things we short-changed during revisions.
Authorial sadism: Alyc is right that a certain departure needed to happen . . . but it still hurts. Us as well as the characters.
Authorial amusement: The introduction Ren gets in the epilogue.
BLR quotient: Love is healing the wounds, and the turbulent waters of rhetoric are calming. It won't be smooth sailing from here into eternity, but the storm has passed.
(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/cayPce)
