Fits and starts
Doing most of the writing on weekend mornings, but thinking about it all the time. That’s as good as it gets, for now: we close on the new house Thursday and it’s demanding an awful lot of energy. Rightfully so.
I drank some iced coffee Thursday around dinnertime and couldn’t sleep for a while that night. This proved productive, though: I had one of those great character epiphanies, where I instantly grasp who someone IS, not only in terms of raw identity but personality, function, everything. When I have one of those early in a project it’s a good sign.
I realized today that to do the setting justice I’d need to live in Ireland for a while. Ah well. One does what one can.