I was playing with the title again yesterday and came up with The Second Coming of the Grim Rheeper, which sounded cute at the time, but still doesn't do it for me.
It was a big day. Dean Wilkerson came over and gave me a puzzler of a spreadsheet job to do RIGHT NOW, which I will tackle in a moment. Up to then, I had been alternating counting out evaluations and writing the end of chapter one. Got a LOT done, which made me feel better after the slacker weekend. It's true what I tell people about "writer muscles". Writing is like exercising. The more you do it, the easier it gets. (And since softball season starts in eight days, I really should consider some exercising. Ahem.)
But THEN - I sent chapter one to Kate. What a scary friggin moment that was. And then I saw a truly inane sentence at the end of the chapter and felt like a moron. *sigh* She might be able to give me a quick critique today before travelling.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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