A novel is a bit like a building. Sometimes it's large and complicated, bits of it stick up but don't seem to have a purpose. Other parts are out of view and their purpose unclear. There are secret bits, signature bits, bits you always wanted to have even if nobody, including you, knows why. It's an analogy I could stretch forever but I won't. Not today anyway.

Sent out v1.0 to four readers. I know there's work to do but let's see where we get....