That's the name of the serialized story I'm doing for Tor.com, and I'm taking a break from writing it to note that the sequence that I thought would be impossible in the first act came together in one night* last week, so this next bit, which I think will be easy, will probably be difficult. I've come to expect that I'm wrong about stories I'm writing a lot more often than I'm right.
But in tonight's batch of pages Turing enters Bletchley Park, and everybody is glad to see him there, myself included.
[*a night that ended late, and with a smile, and with a splitting headache]
But in tonight's batch of pages Turing enters Bletchley Park, and everybody is glad to see him there, myself included.
[*a night that ended late, and with a smile, and with a splitting headache]
All in all, great news.
Except for the headache.
Can't wait to see these pages.