The new story, tentatively titled “Il Maestro e le Figlie di Coro”, now stands at 2,186 words, which means I just wrote 1,286. This feels so wonderfully relaxed. I’m deeply enjoying writing for myself again.
I must stop because I have to get to bed, as the boy has been waking screaming around four in the morning — perhaps being so very little he senses the shifting Samhain energy even more than I do, poor thing, and needs some extra TLC to reassure him when he wakens (or, you know, it could be his teeth again, who can say?) — and I need as much rest as possible both to recover from the drain of the book and to catch up on what I didn’t get over the past three weeks. Besides, my characters have just sat in a circle to introduce themselves, so I need to figure out who the remaining seven are before I continue.
Good night, world. I’ll see you in the morning.