I'm exhausted.
Finished the editing and sent it back, by the way, but that's nothing to do with it.
No, the exhaustion is from the next idea(s). Stardawn is a kind of standby progression because holy hell, that's going to be a saga and a half. I'll be lucky if I don't end up with a character for every letter of the alphabet. Likewise, Substance Dualism is a slow-go area because that is one of those things that I will be still writing and adding to when I'm ninety and decrepit (?) and in a nursing home with a pretty attendant feeding me apricot yoghurt.
Yeah, I know, we all have dreams.
But then there's Postscript.
Postscript is its new name. Originally, Postscript was Substance Dualism. Yes, confusing. Don't worry, it gets worse.
Postscript is a supernatural story...in which you see no supernatural creatures whatsoever. The ones alluded to aren't even particularly out-of-this-world. None of this sparkly vampire crap, cheers.
Ghosts. Ordinary, boring, cello-playing (not kidding) ghosts.
Nothing big about that.
And yet I managed to write, according to Nicky, the most powerfully emotional scene of my career to date, in Postscript.
Go figure.
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