Still Life with Oysters and Glasses, Osias Beert
27,838, Sweet Taboo. Finished Chapter 8 yesterday, and I’ve reached a lull point–the twilight zone between chapters. It’s dark but there are stars overhead. Last night I hole-punched the manuscript and placed it in a notebook binder for easy reference when I check for continuity errors. I’ve already seen a few, will deal with them later. Except for journaling and posting, no new writing this morning. Don’t know the next plot step, but I’m loving the story.