I'm trying to multitask, and it's really not my strong point. I am: re-reading canon, to find out how the drawbridge works and useful things like that ('moves on rollers', apparently); re-reading my own story and plotting events onto a timeline to make sure everybody is alive/dead/out of the country/pregnant/in love when they should be; still writing bits to fill in gaps. The trouble is that tasks one and two tend to spawn more plot-holes, so task three expands exponentially...
Here, for example, we have just buried the late Duke of Elbe, and we are going to ridiculous lengths to ensure that, should his Duchess produce an heir, it will be indisputably his heir. If you see what I mean....
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The meeting, then, was a risible sight. A barricade of chairs, sideboards and screens bisected the ballroom. On the one side, the Duchess sat with her ladies gathered around her; on the other, Uncle Sapt, the Duke and my brothers stood around in attitudes suggestive of profound discomfort. A gap had been left in the middle, through which I was handed with great ceremony to join the Duchess and her ladies – before three of those last-named, evidently deemed the hardiest, closed it with a Louis XIV sofa.
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on 2012-07-04 08:48 pm (UTC)Here, for example, we have just buried the late Duke of Elbe, and we are going to ridiculous lengths to ensure that, should his Duchess produce an heir, it will be indisputably his heir. If you see what I mean....
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The meeting, then, was a risible sight. A barricade of chairs, sideboards and screens bisected the ballroom. On the one side, the Duchess sat with her ladies gathered around her; on the other, Uncle Sapt, the Duke and my brothers stood around in attitudes suggestive of profound discomfort. A gap had been left in the middle, through which I was handed with great ceremony to join the Duchess and her ladies – before three of those last-named, evidently deemed the hardiest, closed it with a Louis XIV sofa.