To Bed

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.

5 thoughts on “To Bed

  1. Owldaughter Post author

    Argh. No, it should be “il”, and Italian. It was late, and I tend to start blending French into Italian when I’m not thinking straight. Thanks for catching it!

    (Now I wibble — it is “il”, yes? All my Italian comes from reading Dante in parallel translation and listening to opera for twenty years.)

    Good morning to you too!


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