Starting in on the third draft today, adding more detail, doing my best to create a real world for my characters to live inside, giving them memories. Here's a memory of one of my main characters -- something from his childhood in Ansbach c. 1760 --the sound of the organ at St. Gumbertuskirche that he would have attended as a boy. Also, the internet is my best friend because even though I'd love to hear this in person (hopefully some day I will), I don't have to, to be able to make something true on the page.
When I first started posting, I used to feature a beautiful word every week. I'm not resuming once-a-week words, but this one, that I came across reading a Percy Bysshe Shelley poem, is too beautiful not to share:
adj 1) thin or weak-looking
noun 2) pl. form of windlestraw, a dried stalk of any various
Etymology: Middle English, first known use before 12th century
Source: Collins English Dictionary.
Erin Bedford, writer.