May
6
2008
Time To Wheeze Out The Old Brain
Argh. Ahoy. I finished the revisions on Strigara to make it a first draft instead of a rough draft. I’m going to give myself a day, then go back to Weasel Boy. And, not so incidentally, the last-batch revisions on Redemption Alley I’m faced with.
I would much rather have a glut of work than be knocking about with nothing to do. But when I finish this sort of rough-draft revision, my brain feels like it’s been scrubbed out and wrung dry. I have to lay on the floor a bit and stare at the ceiling, drooling, until the sponge soaks up enough water to fill out its accustomed outlines again.
Bleargh. Goosh. Splish.
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