The serial just took another unexpected turn. It’s fine, but now I have to finish the zero draft of it, then go back and weave in a hideous amount of other stuff. I knew it would happen, but it’s like climbing a mountain and reaching what you think is the top…then looking up, and up, and up at another climb more grueling than the one you just finished.
But it’s going to be awesome, so there’s that.
Summer has finally arrived in all her golden glory. I left the house in shorts (to walk Miss B) for the first time in years this morning. It’s amazing what getting older and having someone who thinks you’re pretty will do. The former reduces the load of caring what other people might think, and the latter is a welcome boost to self-confidence.
So, I’m lunging for the end of the zero draft of the serial today. I have ice water, the dogs have been walked, and my head is full of nanos, genetic restructuring, restraint tanks, cyborg assassins, and gunslinging.
Aw yeah. Summer, you da best.