There. Dunnity-dun-dun. One novel, passed in review: read and scribbled over and ready for rewriting. On Monday. No work now till Monday, no indeed.
And, y'know? It ain't half as bad as I was thinking. At least, it seems to make sense to me. Oh, it will bore some people and infuriate others - especially with where and how the end comes, with all that that implies - but it does more or less what I was hoping, without any of the mighty contradictions that I feared.
The text is somewhat overwrought, but that's commonplace; half my rewriting lies in calming things down, abbreviating involutions, drawing the high-flown down to earth.
And, half today was sparkled with bright ideas for vol three. Not plot, no no: but moments, notions, realisations. Perhaps I should write them down...?
And, y'know? It ain't half as bad as I was thinking. At least, it seems to make sense to me. Oh, it will bore some people and infuriate others - especially with where and how the end comes, with all that that implies - but it does more or less what I was hoping, without any of the mighty contradictions that I feared.
The text is somewhat overwrought, but that's commonplace; half my rewriting lies in calming things down, abbreviating involutions, drawing the high-flown down to earth.
And, half today was sparkled with bright ideas for vol three. Not plot, no no: but moments, notions, realisations. Perhaps I should write them down...?