manifesta | everything is never as it seems

A lot of my August has been dedicated to making this book work. Here's to hoping it actually does.

I didn't intend on plotting it out, but in spending the past two nights piecing together old ideas with new ones, I've created a vague outline. Violence, insanity, illusions, a violin. A Court where the heart's cruelest truths are reflected on skin and bone. A half-mad heroine, a hero whose loyalties are divided.

I still haven't quite gotten down the pitch line, but trying to do so has clarified the catalyst and the climax. I'd forgotten how helpful that is in focusing the story. For now, I'm going to make some tea before I delve into the bowels of discord and disharmony for the rest of the night.