Second, I'm hitting it hard again. Hitting the keyboard, that is.
Since December, I've written two short stories in a mad rush. Didn't I tell you people not to let me do that again after I finished the first one? Hmph. Some friends.
Anyway, that's done. It's time to get back to work on Daughter of Privilege and FINISH THE DAMN BOOK. The word counter in my sidebar is probably wrong since the last time I worked on it, I slashed and burned my way through a couple of chapters. I vaguely remember deleting the first chapter entirely. I also remember deleting a lot of sex. At one point, I considered re-titling it to Horny Lust Bunnies on Fire. Probably ill-advised.
In any case, today's the day I go back to it. Today is actually mostly for reading. And probably some weeping. A little gnashing of teeth, a little sackcloth and ashes.
Hopefully, a glimmer of hope.
Sackcloth and ashes?
I thought that was my department.
Saint Anthony and I almost have the same habit.
Hey, there's a hot tub party at my blog! Thanks for the rubdown, Tony.
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ooh sackcloth. Always a fashion statement.
Awwww... you deleted the best parts. *lol*
Horny Lust Bunnies on Fire. I like that title for a novel set in the Playboy mansion. Heh!
If anyone can make sackcloth look good, I can. *gg*
And I didn't delete them forever, Tempest. I saved them so I can put them back in later. It's just that the bad guys were coming and my couple kept boinking. Bad timing.