Remember a few months back when I’d rattle on incessantly over which of the three storylines was the lead in The Hushing Days? I tell you, I worried that conundrum down to a bloody nub. Of course, I never came up with a definitive answer. (Do I ever in these OCD-led rants?)
Well, 90K words into the novel and I finally have my answer! (No snickering, please. A late bloomer is still a flower, after all.)
In the end (nearly literally, in this case), these questions work themselves out. Sometimes authors (especially those on an absurd amount of Prozac) over-evaluate the technical things.
My advice? Don’t sweat the tech. You’re an artist not just an engineer.