Well, I had to take a day off to see bonfires and then another to keep pace with the day job deluge of drudgery and devilment. With sickness in the house and multiple vomitings upon my person by other people I was slowly losing the belief that I could carry on.
And tonight has been rather difficult. There was a long section that relied almost entirely on third person summary, which is not a good way to advance plot, I was so much more into the whole vignette idea to show time passing and also to impart relevant information without 'telling' - one of my worst habits back when I used to write more.
Having an autistic main character has, however, worked wonders. Now my soulless and technical style is for a reason and helps to characterise William as he slowly develops into the person he becomes by the end of the novel. This is, unfortunately, going to mean some conversations like the one I wrote this evening - hugely racist with the characters having the discussion not even having the awareness to register the horrors which they bandy about. Partly I'm glad, the Dandies are supposed to be dangerous and, well, just a little bit seedy but mostly I'm appalled that I could even write it.
William Caston, you are not a terribly nice person you know!
He knows, he's fine with it, being nice is a sign of weakness if it is not used for personal gain. Everyone is doing it, apparently.
Well, quite. Thank you William. And now shut up, the adults are talking. Oh, I'm back in the swing, but much reduced on daily wordcount: 15,696.