That whooshing sound you hear...

Is my deadline sailing past overhead. The Bone Palace is now officially late. Luckily my benevolent editor has given me the rest of the month, so the deathmarch continues.

The moral is, if you suspect you won't be able to make a deadline from the get-go, ask for another month. Unless the moral is really that I need a basement full of enslaved ghost-writers... That's a thought too.

Also luckily, the first half of the book is quite readable, and just needs a few more scenes and some plot points wedged in. It's only the back end that's a steaming pile of [transition]s and suck.

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Feeling less stressed today. I sorted out a huge point of character motivation/action, and filled in an important [conversation]. And the first half of the book is still fun to read.

Today's random WiP questions:

Who is the saint of hunters?

What is the formal name of Erisín's east gate?

What costume is this assassin wearing when he infiltrates the royal ball?

What are some of Selafai's superstitious cures for the flu?