Miles to go, both yes and no. The various pieces are all there in the draft and in the side notes next to the screen. Lying in bed this morning, I envisioned something like a large sheet of paper on which the characters positioned themselves like the stars and planets in an early morning sky (a lovely one it was during the walk with Cybèle, a bit later, Venus, Mars and Jupiter doing their expected dance around the crescent moon. A bit of universe, performing on schedule – nice as an early morning feature).
The sheet of paper is a figment – a metaphorical stand-in for getting the words in the right alignment.
Miles to go. What can I say? I love all the characters, even the nasty ones. But some will have to die and others will have to live.
Allez. Dimanche. Market. Some socializing. Some reading. Some writing. Another day of exceptional un-seasonal weather.