I spent a significant amount of time today accumulating an utterly absurd amount of money in Sunless Sea so that I could buy a huge ship and run around killing the big monsters that I’ve spent the last three weeks avoiding. And that’s what I did. I also wrote five thousand words and they were ALL TERRIBLE.
ALL OF THEM.
Not happy about this. Ugh, I assume it will all come to something in the end.
In other news, though, I’m reading George Gissing’s The Whirlpool and it is fantastic! I think what makes the books so good is that I come to them with all these expectations derived from other Victorian literature, and then he completely upends them. Like when people in Victorian literature fall in love and get married and have babies, I assume that either they’ll live happily ever after or something terrible will happen. And then to have the book go on and show a nuanced relationship where sometimes they love each other and sometimes they’re not so sure that they made the right choice? It’s shocking. Just utterly shocking.