There Went the Afternoon...

No forward progress in revisions today.  That time was instead spent reconstructing a timeline to ensure everything matched.

This novel's world has no means of instant communication.  If three days of hard riding are between two towns, three days will pass before news will be shared.  Even the gods can be surprised by events because my gods are not omniscient.  Time matters because decisions are made based upon known facts--often between the time the facts change, and the time the characters learn of the change.  Sometimes those consequences show up before the news. 

I had a timeline at one point, and I'm certain it's still filed away in some box, but it was easier to do a new one.  It did remind me how much happens in a little bit of time.  Halfway through the novel, and ten days have passed.  The rest happens over less than three weeks.  So even though I'm certain I kept the timeline straight on the last revision pass, I want to be certain.

And just because I wanted to list them, here are some folks who dropped out of high school, just off the top of my head:

Peter Jennings
Richard Branson
Walt Disney
Patrick Stewart
Ansel Adams
Thomas Edison