All-righty, woke up on time-ish and wrote on time — yay me! I finished work on relocating the murder from the beach to a spot in Chapel Hill, this mainly consisted of the mind numbing search for terms like “beach,” “murder,” etc. and reading unrelated paragraphs (sometimes multiple times) across my 387 page text. Ah, the writer’s life truly is glamorous. I finished the idiosyncrasy, for the widow, and I believe that it is almost funny. Then I took a chapter in which I had experimented with present tense (it seemed like a good idea on the particularly inspired day that I wrote it) and retracted the experiment to place the chapter healthily back into good ole standard past tense.
The FugueLaunchDecember 15th, 2016
At Least Some of the Books I Have Read