Rosebud, I mean. Today I observed the rosebuds – an infant king, a secret marriage, a trial for witchcraft. This is where the pebble becomes the avalanche. It is too late for the rocks to vote. Soon the roses will blossom – and the Wars Of The Roses will begin.
So yeah, historical article planning.
Today, I wrote about Richard II being usurped by Henry IV, which laid the ground for the wars sixty years later. Tomorrow, editing and pictures. Then rosewarring.
New five-parter about the War of the Roses is planned, and the first part (which takes place 60 years earlier, but sets the stage) is also planned out. Looking forward to this.
Okay. Tired of fighting this novel. Wrote up to a cliffhanger and now benching it. Gonna do some history as a palate-cleanser, then start in on the chess murder novel.
So utterly jaded with Roland and friends that I have now planned out my next mystery novel. Think I will force myself to finish this one first, though.
More looting. Cracks emerging.
Finally managed to get out of Vegas. I think. Hopefully. I really don’t like this novel any more.
Heisting heroes have got past the guards and made to the vault. I’m sure nothing can go wrong now.
Big fight done. Now down to the Vault.