You guys, I am not going to lie. Chapter twenty-two
of The Dead Isle is posted, and this chapter and the one I'll post tomorrow just plain make me happy. For the purely shallow reason that the prison scenes and signed-confession scene are some of my favourite work I've ever done.
It's been interesting going these last few chapters, because I know they hold a lot of emotional impact for some readers, and a few have been remarking about the difference in themselves between the last time they read the book and this time. I've noticed it in myself too (more on this will be posted at Extribulum next Tuesday) so I'm fascinated that I'm not alone in this. Dead Isle was written years ago, and unlike the other books I've done this with there's been a huge, significant time gap between original posting and the rewrite post.
The other really cool thing is that I realised I am MAKING CANON. ataralas offered the idea
that Sylvia Bell and Elizabeth Jackson eventually meet and become kickass Suffragettes at some future date, and I was like "I like that idea I DECLARE IT CANON" and I could do that.
It's not even headcanon! It's actual facts canon, because I say so
Guys, as a Maker of Canon, I am giving you my solemn oath, right here, right now: I promise never to kill the geeky well-dressed sidekick. For the record I am also totally cool with fanfic. Just, you know. In case you were wondering.