Status Updates From The Company

‘How could I have been so foolish not to have seen it?’ ….I don’t know, since you already unveiled this exact revelation 20 pages ago. Like, you literally raged with indignation when you figured out how he wants to marry into the family! (Duh.) So who would he get hitched to, your brother or you?! 🙄

—“I understand you now, Mr Rivers,” I finally said.
—“It makes me glad to hear it,” he replied.
—“And I think we understand each other.”
—“I think we do.”

….*pounds head against table* 😑

Think I’ve identified one of my issues with this—everything is so VAGUE. There’s only so much “Even then I felt it gathering on the horizon” & veiled reference to menaces & coy hinting of past troubles a reader can take before they start demanding meat on the bone…esp when a big chunk of that meat is clearly that people have died in the mines and/or factories. We’re nearly at 50%, girl. JUST SAY IT.

There’s something weird about this prose—something stylistic, I mean, not just the weirdo unstable narrator. I don’t know what it is & I don’t think I like it. But I’m crabby & dumb today, so I’ll give it another try tomorrow.

‘If Mr Luckhurst had one unfortunate flaw it was this: he did not always want to see what was right there in front of him because he lived, like so many respectable men of his time, strictly according to the rules. In the end, that did not serve any of us well.’