An old print by Fox Talbot of the original Hungerford Bridge, c. 1845. Something that featured prominently in my novel.
Which is now at 90,000 words.
I estimate I have about four more chapters to go.
Then there will be a huge amount of re-writing and fact checking.
Nice to have a new, completed novel so early in the year.
Uncharacteristically, not that much to say at the moment. By this stage it always feels like one of those fold-over games where someone draws the head, folds the paper, someone draws the neck, folds the paper, etc. By the end of a novel, you mostly forget what happened at the beginning and where it went in the middle. Once the last line is written, you can put it down for a few days, do something else, then unfold the paper and look at the completed picture.
For now, four more chapters...