Progress report:
I got to five thousand words today, which doesn’t sound like much of an achievement (but for some reason feels like it). My first story - about a detective with an anxiety disorder - is almost complete, and I’m already itching to get at the other characters. There’s a chef in one of the most uncomfortable love triangles I’ve ever considered, an assassin exiled to the outer limits, a farmer with selective amnesia, a journalist juggling three world-changing stories at once and a character I can’t even talk about vying for my attention. This book is fucking ambitious.
And going rather well. So there’s that.