I was in a serious committed relationship with Prayers for exactly a day. Then the post-novel magpie brain kicked in and I opened Pinion. I went over 4190 words today, the first two chapters, weeding suck and posing questions that I don't have answers for yet. This thing is full of plot holes, but it still has more actual plot than Prayers, I think.
I figure it can't hurt to work on Pinion. It's angsty and emo and full of fraught 20-somethings, but I have two years left to write about fraught 20-somethings, so I might as well do it now. And it's the kind of book that accumulates cool and fucked-up shit just because it can. The Strix, the Voltron angel, a decaying pig spirit guide... I need to figure out who gets the decaying pig.
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