Well, here I am. I've returned to Book Four and have become inadvertently entwined with my own meticulous nature. Instead of continuing from where I left off, I decided to arrest my thoughts and begin in the middle. There were various things I had to alter, you see, and with these alterations came one of those accompanying extras that so effortlessly plague me on more occasions than I care to recall; continuity. Once I changed one aspect of the narrative, I was compelled to change the rest. This will take me several days and will quite possibly involve a fleet of psychiatrists, but it shall be done.
It's a strange thing, however, that whilst writing I suddenly became preoccupied with an imaginary dark isle called Puddlefish, an isle located on the back of a giant cantankerous haddock. I feel as though such a place needs to be explored, so I will disclose more about this alternate universe as I progress with Book Four. Did I mention also that I shall soon be editing Book Three? There will undoubtedly be some odd times ahead. Bear with me.