My idea of a good time

I can't seem to get the big book to hang together. I think I got too many good ideas from the agent and Bonnie and instead of going for a couple of big changes I just nibbled at bits of each.

That's annoyed me enough lately, so today I ripped apart a short thing and am now sewing it back together. I'm done dumping scenes, characters, changing plot, tossing out whole storylines and now I get to make up new ones. Big-time fun, seriously, because I know what I want to do.

Pretty soon it'll be time to be a parent again. Got to drag the boyz and my butt out of the house.

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