The Mirror and the Light
Feb. 15th, 2020 08:20 amHilary Mantel has finished the third book in her Cromwell trilogy!
Be still, my beating heart!
It’s called The Mirror and the Light. It’s due to hit shelves March 10.
There are already 10 holds on it at the local library, so I suppose I’m going to have to buy it. In hardcover. (Fastidious shudder.)
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Else? It was a very sunny day, but a very cold day. Temps never rose above 25°.
I scribbled away on the Work in Progress. Chapter 6 is not easy. It’s 1925, and June is running a speakeasy out of the basement at 106 Perry Street in the West Village. Hi jinx ensue. I suppose it’s a little bit like me and Ben and the hot sauce store because Henry later takes credit for the speakeasy, as described in Plexus, the third volume of The Rosy Crucifixion.
The work was solid. I’ve sort of realized when I’m writing plot, I can’t pay much attention to style; I just have to dash off whatever is in my head. At the end of a block of plot, I go over what I’ve written like a street-sweeper, tidying up the commas and the dangling modifiers.
I also did some remunerative work.
Then I got a hankering for Indian food and decided to make chicken masala, which calls for using a garam masala rub and marinating the chicken in plain yogurt.
Guess what?
The local Shop and Drop does not carry plain yogurt.
I was appalled!
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I haven’t posted anything from the Work in Progress in ages. Here’s Chapter 4.
Be still, my beating heart!
It’s called The Mirror and the Light. It’s due to hit shelves March 10.
There are already 10 holds on it at the local library, so I suppose I’m going to have to buy it. In hardcover. (Fastidious shudder.)
###
Else? It was a very sunny day, but a very cold day. Temps never rose above 25°.
I scribbled away on the Work in Progress. Chapter 6 is not easy. It’s 1925, and June is running a speakeasy out of the basement at 106 Perry Street in the West Village. Hi jinx ensue. I suppose it’s a little bit like me and Ben and the hot sauce store because Henry later takes credit for the speakeasy, as described in Plexus, the third volume of The Rosy Crucifixion.
The work was solid. I’ve sort of realized when I’m writing plot, I can’t pay much attention to style; I just have to dash off whatever is in my head. At the end of a block of plot, I go over what I’ve written like a street-sweeper, tidying up the commas and the dangling modifiers.
I also did some remunerative work.
Then I got a hankering for Indian food and decided to make chicken masala, which calls for using a garam masala rub and marinating the chicken in plain yogurt.
Guess what?
The local Shop and Drop does not carry plain yogurt.
I was appalled!
###
I haven’t posted anything from the Work in Progress in ages. Here’s Chapter 4.