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desperanceMaybe it's just the unacceptable face of jetlag, but I looked this morning at the last page of Nearly-Finished Novel, and had absolutely no idea where that broken paragraph was headed. She's going somewhere, to do something, and I know not what. Hey-ho.
So I printed out all 250 pages and lugged them to the library, and began a swift reread to remind myself where we were and hopefully what lies ahead. The book's due at the end of this month, so if I can give it a rough edit as I go, that's all to the good. But yeah, jetlag: I read sixty pages and had to come home. So tired, so very very tired... (My body thinks it's six in the morning, right now. It's ... unfortunate, that I've been up eight hours already.)
In other news, Mac is running around with The Mushroom As Big As His Head(tm). He looks like he's purloined the crown jewels: knowing that he really ought to be furtive but somehow he just can't, it's too grand a theft and he needs to brag it up to someone.
So I printed out all 250 pages and lugged them to the library, and began a swift reread to remind myself where we were and hopefully what lies ahead. The book's due at the end of this month, so if I can give it a rough edit as I go, that's all to the good. But yeah, jetlag: I read sixty pages and had to come home. So tired, so very very tired... (My body thinks it's six in the morning, right now. It's ... unfortunate, that I've been up eight hours already.)
In other news, Mac is running around with The Mushroom As Big As His Head(tm). He looks like he's purloined the crown jewels: knowing that he really ought to be furtive but somehow he just can't, it's too grand a theft and he needs to brag it up to someone.