Business travel and a metric crapload of familial obligations last week = meager progress on the rewrite of “The Winter Palace.” But such progress as there was, I submit forthwith for your approval:
OK, I’m not really asking for approval. It’s just an expression, folks. Go with it.
Anyway, hoping for better progress this week. As always.
Your snippet:
“The Nayeed—” Jessica stopped herself before she said anything more. She’d been on the verge of asking if it was true that the Nayeed had built the Winter Palace, but Father would demand to know who had told her that. She licked her dry lips. “Father . . . are the Nayeed all liars, like the snakes?”
Father exchanged a glance with Mother. “They . . . one must be careful with them. They do not love northerners. But not everything they say is a lie.”
“Not like snakes, then?”
“No, not like snakes. But you still stay away from them, all the same.”
No updates for Write Club.
And I’m gone.
