Today was another gorgeous day. It was almost cruel having to go outside at lunchtime because going back inside was torture. If this keeps up, I’ll be putting away the sweaters much too soon.
Worked on Xia tonight. I think I’m just about at the last chapter before the end. But I have some earlier chapters to rewrite. I had a pretty cool idea about what to do with a major secondary character. Originally, I sent him off to Olso so that he would be far away and unable to interfere, which at that particular point in time he was doing. Take that you interfering character you! I’m sending you to Oslo! Then in the following chapters, while he was in flight apparently, I inserted another character because of some stuff I needed to happen. I used Iskander, the same poor guy I wrote out of earlier chapters (chances are you-all see where this is going… well, I didn’t. Not until recently) and then suddenly realized a day or two ago that I needed to write him out again and substitute Kynan again. Only Kynan, for crying out loud, was in Oslo which is, as you may know, pretty far from San Francisco, Berkeley and Tiburon, where the story is set.
And yes, for a while I was trying to figure out how on earth Kynan would get from Oslo to Tiburon in time. Some times I am a complete idiot. It’s a story. I make it up. If I mistakenly send someone to Oslo, even if it is First Class, I am at complete liberty to unsend him. No flue powder necessary.
At last, that brilliant idea occurred to me and voila. Kynan was never in Oslo. Instead he’s somewhere else not so far away, misbehaving as it turns out. But now I have a chapter where he’s sitting in Oslo, with some folks who are there, and I confess I was momentarily panicking because– well, I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice it to say I will be completely rewriting this chapter with heavy use of the Un-do Previous Plot button. The icon, in case you’re interested, looks like the back of my head. I think that’s where all my brains leak out.
I’m told my ARCs are ready for My Wicked Enemy which means people are going to be reading it. Holy crap!