Very not good.
I just realized that I remembered one of the lynchpin pieces of this story wrong.
It’s only slightly wrong, just a few words in a single sentence, but those few words represent the proverbial movement of a butterfly’s wings which cause a monsoon on the other side of the world.
I’m having trouble accepting it, but the implications of those few words are unraveling whole swaths of the plot.
And yes, I discovered this appalling oversight a mere nine months, 200+ pages, and two (and a half) drafts in.
I really wish I could blame this on it being quarter to 2 in the morning, but no dice.
Strangely, I don’t feel nearly as badly as I think I should, but I can probably blame that on it being quarter to 2.
Might as well get some rest.