It never fails—as soon as you hand something to somebody to read, you are overwhelmed by the desperate need to change it. I should disappear the kid and make him a returning soldier. Some days writing is nothing more than barely contained madness.
Real life has been kicking my ass for the last ten days or so, hence the blogging-lite. It should settle down soon. (I hope. Jeez. I’d like to not feel like a gerbil in a Tim the Toolman-souped up wheel.)
Managed to catch up on the Troubleshooters while hangging out at my brother-in-law’s doctor appointments, and I LOVED Dark of Night! Will try to blog about it this week.
The short kid just had to have this t-shirt from Old Navy this weekend. I didn’t notice the typo unti I was cutting the tags off at home, and he won’t let me take it back. It drives me mad.