A quick 8300 words on “The Winter Palace” rewrite brings Magic Meter to that most magical of places:
And that’s that. I think this little bird is ready to leave the nest.
I gotta be honest, folks: I like this one a lot. Like, a lot a lot. Of course, given that I’m the worst judge of my own work, you should take that with a rather large block of sodium chloride.
A final snippet:
At the secret door, rock in hand, she hesitated, torn in an agony of doubt and fear. She was only a little girl. How could she be expected to do this? It was so wrong . . . and at the same time, it had to be her, and no one else. She had climbed thornfruit trees, had braved the catacombs.
And for my next trick . . . um. I don’t know. Need to think of something. If anyone has any ideas, do let me know, will you? Thanks in advance.
Write Club update: A tier one bounce from an agent on a novel query. Response time, 26 days.
On to the Next Big Thing. Whatever that may be.
