I’ve reached that point that I’ve been striving for. My characters are away from wilds and the freedom and are back in the *safety* of the city, chapter two is at a close. Its about ten pages shorter than the former chapter one, but it’s good. My novel is one third complete. Is it too much to let out a wee woo and a timid yay?
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She stares out the window, watching as the mountains sink into gentle slopes, and the cragg strewn mountain floors are cushioned by rich, fertile fields. Homesteads become more numerous, with their painted corrugated iron roofs bluring into a melange of colours. Hamlets give way to villages, and villages subhurbs. Grass verges are replaced by pavements and the road is adorned with white lines and traffic lights.