The cleaning off of the bookshelves and packing of the office/den is not going well. There simply aren’t enough empty boxes in my life, and I’m finding myself wanting to keep a lot more than I thought I would. Not a big surprise there, I guess.
And I’m off to work on DG3. I need to backtrack a few pages because I got entirely too aggravated with Gallagher and blew him up with a handheld rocket launcher. Well, I didn’t. The bad guy did. But it felt really good. Unfortunately the hero dying a gruesome and graphic death is not good for the plot progression, so I’ll be deleting that.
Jack Donovan’s taking over the damn book anyway.
I’m having some fun playing with some structural technique, though, to tweak the pacing. This is going to be a longer book than either 72 Hours or On the Edge, with a major romantic subplot, which is a first for me, but I don’t want to lose the pacing of the first two, which is one of my favorite things about them.
And before I write any more insane sentences chock full of whiches and commas, I’m off to :type: