A chap by the name of Cyril Northcote Parkinson coined the following adage:
Work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion.
I’ve rather been feeling the truth of this maxim of late. To add to this, Dracula is not exactly bedtime reading.
Never-the-less, I press on. Bram Stoker has so far met my expectations in providing a different voice when it is a different character writing. Unfortunately, the recent chapter is about Mina Murray (soon to be Harker)’s time spent exploring a nice sea-side town where she is pontificated at by an old man in an impenetrably-thick accent. Is it a rule that to be considered great literature one must write incomprehensibly or something? 😉