Haystacks. Those friggin' haystacks are going to be the end of my sanity. Once again, I'm writing in the past, and the hay baler that didn't exist in the Victorian era, or in the Elizabethan era, most certainly doesn't exist in the Middle Ages. Deep breath.

The error is now corrected, and I'm reminded of a line from the Thomas Crown Affair film, "I just like my haystacks, Bobby"... Which I will never forget again.

However, I've spent tonight chasing down and correcting inconsistencies, which means tomorrow I'll start the revision for Afflicted from the beginning of the story.

Oh, and I made a decision about the POV.