I still wasn’t feeling the love on this wretched book, and said so to Ted, and explained where I was in the story. He said, “No, have X show up doing something X isn’t supposed to,” and I stared at him and went and deleted another 3300 damned words, and after a 4K day, I am just about 500 words past where I was yesterday. Mghglhghgl.
Clearly this is not going to be a draft by the time we leave on Friday. It’s not even likely to be in the region of 50K, which is aggravating, but hopefully it will be THE RIGHT STORY. Jeez.
(x-posted from the essential kit)