On making progress

[desperance]

It's a month, since I resumed work on the urban fantasy (which I'd made a start on, oh, a year ago, but had to set aside to write 'River of the World'). There were 78 pages and a synopsis of sorts, notes towards a novel; there are now 215 pages, the bulk of a novel. This is good.

Even better, I was out yesterday committing ambulomancy (a word I have completely adopted), as I do, and I had my first sight of the remaining journey, the rest of the book as a whole, the landscape I need to travel through to get where I want to be. Forgive the geographical metaphors, but it really does feel like that: standing on a high place and getting an overview of all the terrain, in order.

Which means that this (the core of the aforementioned synopsis) -

"They meet danger, they meet deceit; they meet increasingly curious and powerful figures, and slowly they learn more than they bargained for. And so of course do we."

- has been transformed into an actual plot, with people doing stuff. Hurrah. And now, from here on in we have a small survivable shock, instantly followed by a fatal one; a negotiation, a compromise of sorts, doom delayed; a search resumed, and a terrible betrayal; a monstrous encounter, an ultimate sacrifice, an escape; a final confrontation, a resolution - and then a bitter twist.

And they say my books are slow, and not much happens. Bah, humbug...

Comments

[angelsasha.livejournal.com]

It sounds fantabulous! I <3 bitter twists :)