Weasel Boy, We Hardly Knew Thee
Well, it’s done. Weasel Boy is in Draft Zero form–the messy, stuff-sticking-out draft that happens before I set a book aside for a little while and then go back to revise and polish it into a workable first draft. It needs serious padding and I can insert flashbacks now that I have the whole structure out onto the page–which is good, since I’ve got a Really Tight Word Limit on this one.
I feel strangely vindicated. I haven’t exactly wrestled with this book, but the explosions in my personal life while writing it have made it difficult to concentrate. So I feel like I achieved a victory over my own life, in some ways.
Now I’m going to go buy lettuce to celebrate, because the kids want buffalo burgers tonight.
Jeez. How lame is my life when I celebrate with produce? You’d think a writer would have a couple margaritas or something.
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