Progress

I have 2,300 words of Perrette typed, which I reckon to be about half the first chapter; the two halves are going to be distinctly unbalanced, but the second half is long enough to run alone, and the two together are really too much for a one-shot.

I'm running into all sorts of editing problems resulting from having been writing very slowly and hence inconsistently, like the question of whether Philippe was supposed to be letting Raoul make his own way cross-country (implied at the start), or whether he was sending him off with a groom in attendance in order to catch the train (written later, where he arranges to evade his escort and catch the stagecoach in the opposite direction). ( Read more... )

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I'm pretty sure now that *none* of the seedlings that have
come up so far in the chilli pot are actually chillies, which is reassuring in a way, since they weren't expected to germinate anything like that quickly!