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Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 240 words. The Big Bad driven off - just how far she's 'defeated', or otherwise, being somewhat open to interpretation. She slipped a really dirty one right between the lines, even as I started writing this post. How did I not notice that whilst finishing the scene itself?  It's totally in the spirit of everything she's been up to for the last six chapters.

Now Carrowglaze the Dull Tower is fallen at last -

John and Liz and Beggar Bill
Knocked the hog from off his hill.

But my Bad Baron, the Blue Boar of Carrowglaze, is still charging around with all his knights below it - and it's going to take more than a rabble of Beggar Bills, even with Kate's and Luke's banners to rally them, to bring a herd like his down.  The last fatal surge of the battle must follow.  The way it's looking, I think I'm going to have to start pulling away, looking wide, retreating into the rhythm of the tales that will be told of it after.  Anything else after what's happened could only come as anticlimax and false tension.  The finish ought to strike the reader as foredoomed when it comes, and that was true even before what the Big Bad just dumped inside my head.

The close of this chapter will also close this whole Rising arc, and I have some hope to get there over the weekend. 

Then the short climactic Bonfire Arc, and the long-planned Epilogue, and the tale will be told and done.

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Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 910 words. Council scene finished, and the hampered ride along the jaw of Hareborough to come out again where my little combined force is not expected. Tidy that up tonight, and I'm at the great rallying-speech at last!

Things I discovered but did not write during the Council scene: the good and bad things it means that the Knifewitch is adept at small curses; what Bonecold Refugee has come to understand those things mean for her too; and why she daren't ever speak a curse at all. From Refugee that would come as one unstoppable spate of filthy ice, and there would be nothing left of her afterwards that ought to exist in the world. She will do a lot for sorrow and hate and her sleety sense of justice, but she won't do that.

I thought at least the tactical aspect would come up, but none of it did. Elsewhere, then, or implicit.

The more I get to know Flashy Elder Brother and Bonecold Refugee, the gladder I am I listened to my Muse and made room for them in the tale.  They're quietly carrying a part of the tune that none of the other characters can.  I wonder where they will end up at last, and what the songs will say of them.

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Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 910 words.  Hoping to finish first scene of new chapter - not a pleasant one.  Fiery Younger Sister traps villains, fails even to notice there's more than one sort of trap going on here.  Somewhere, a wildfire is laughing.

This is apt to be weaker, at least in first draft, than I'd hoped for, because I did my, "Where's my notes for that real killer scene climax - come on, the ones I remember scribbling down as they occurred - oh, wait, that was just before I absolutely positively did all that ironing that's slithering rugosely out at me from the basket, wasn't it?" trick, again.  And now I've forgotten what it was that I wrote in water, and can't get enough of it back to pack its proper punch.  So for now, it's looking like I'll have to make do with something ersatz.

Bother!

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Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 1,650 words, and a wild ride which I didn't know where it was going until the very last moment.  Lord Evil temporarily discomfited; an important secondary character nearly gets her soul eaten by accident; and Flashy Elder Brother and his father most spectacularly earn a good few chapter's worth of their passage.  I do love a scene of deep unexpected horror in which the final resolution has me bursting out loud with laughter and relief!  I hope that effect will generalize to future readers...

This messes the hell about with the rest of the Garcastle scenes, though.  I'll have to tie off the business with the Duke's Relatively Okay Genius tomorrow when I've cooled down enough to think sensibly, and see how things look from there.

I also emitted a poem in a white fury triggered by semi-random recollection of the myth of Cassandra and Apollo.  I will not rehearse it here because, although I think it one of my better efforts, it is really very horrible.  But at least Cass got to be the unequivocal hero of the piece for once, and may just have landed a blow as cruel and telling as the prophetic curse the Sun-God laid on her.  Ever since my dream of St Lucy's Eve, I've been feeling even less fond of that particular gilded orc than I was previously.

Dionysus, now...

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Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 266 words, finally finishing the scene I've been madly cat-vacuuming all weekend in order not to finish.  The reason?  Turns out to be, the part I was resisting writing simply doesn't belong in this chapter at all.  Everything else takes place in one day, and the showdown scene doesn't.  Also, I've already caught Fiery Younger Sister's skewering on the prongs of the curse.  Whether she buys into the partisans' atrocity for the sake of her cause, or avenges it for the sake of humanity, the Enemy will be trailing peals of mad laughter along  the blue hills.

There is an answer to that too, but not soon - oh, and red tigress, it is not a cheap one.  To think I once considered writing this character out in the redraft, because I neither liked her nor knew what difference she would make in the end!

Three more mirrors to go in the kaleidoscope: Kate, Elegant Elder Sister, and - I'm almost sure of this now - Bonecold Refugee.  Another character I'd never planned to give viewpoint, but now has found her moment.

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Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 1,000 words.  In trying to set two of my characters by their ears, a random spark of curse brings them instead into timely accord.  Not even dooms are hopeless.

Not a huge wordload for a weekend, but not too shabby either.


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110 words to finish the Scrooby scene, and oh my great goodness but my gut is fed up with Muses punching it!  It all makes sense now - where the Curse fits in retrospectively, the Tiger's battle-fits, the wicked trick Luke used to  beat the unbeatable cavalry... and the reason it worked so well...

Luke's long-planned Moment of Awesome in this chapter wasn't in his plan after all.  He wasn't keeping anything from anybody (which is one bit of plotty awkwardness out of the way).  It's his desperate and new-minted answer to the Curse, which otherwise has him caught coming and going.  And his opponent's response remains a forced move: there's only one thing this Earl can possibly do about it...

...Oh more goodness.  All those chapters back, the Big Bad ran away from the Tiger for a reason.  And it wasn't the reason I thought.

The Big Bad, for a little while, is laughing at me like a wildfire.

I love it when a book comes together.  Even if I hate the redrafting it sticks me with!


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440 words of the new chapter this morning.  Not the beginning I planned, but one that raises new possibilities.  One of the people who think Luke just did them a favour knew the Big Bad rather well when it was less big and not particularly bad, and this person has raised an interesting possibility about what my too-backgrounded Curse is really up to here.

On the one hand, I like it emotionally, because it renders Luke a bit less of a shit for what he did yesterday, without actually getting him off the hook.  (In some ways, considering who is telling him, it actually adds to the scene's cringe factor.)  I like it plotwise, because it gives me an 'in' to the problem of making the Curse a sufficiently pervasive and viscerally-felt influence over the Dales, and thereby building up organically to the final arc in which our heroes must somehow confront the Big Bad face-to-face.

On the other hand, I really don't want to dilute the fundamental moral shittiness of the ground Luke must march across, nor the Slight Flaws in his and Kate's characters. 

There's something I still haven't managed to put my finger on, in my comments discussion with [info]seawasp about 'Kirking it' , and the different points/levels at which we like to do that.  I'll get back to that in a separate post, since I think there's an interesting point to be made here about two distinct approaches to storytelling, and the respective ways true tales can come of them.

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