*pain*

I am doing line-edits on Aolon.
On the opening of the first volume, to be exact.
Which has a syntax of the comparative fluidity and clarity of oak planks. My effort to create something better resembles sawing said plank with a butter knife.

Not impossible, no. More hopeful still if I have exaggerated slightly, and the butter knife is actual a steel dinner knife. (Not steak knife, though.)

Still, I'm looking at emptying the Caspian Sea by the teaspoon here, to go for a fresh metaphor that still involves cutlery.

(Yes, that feeling. Thank you, Sophie.)

It's cut and dried work, though. Good for the early morning to get my brain running. Rather than trying to think through structural reworking that involves new material, which I find more like trying to carve hard glass. Especially the shattering part...

It's just the density of it that I had to whinge about.
I'm breaking it up by peeking at a later volume which was less maladjusted, and only needs little detail work. \(I think it may have huge structural issues, but I'm not borrowing trouble.)


Meanwhile, the not-quite-fanfic story continues apace, and I'm almost done with the first draft of the Con's signs for taping by doors. Mighty, yes!