Chipping the words out, one by one. Yesterday was difficult–the scene I had to stitch into the first Gallow book took a different direction, and though I wanted to make it a neat little package it refused, point-blank, to do what I wanted. Just like coaxing a small animal out of hiding–you have to work on the animal’s schedule and comfort level, not your own.
That goddamn Muse, people. I’m telling you. Today she had better not give me any shite at all.
But first, back to the revisions. If I can wring another scene out of my head today and get a chunk of already-finished scenes eyeballed and tweaked, I’ll count it a win.