just stuff

130 pages left to go on the re-edit. Is it a good or a bad sign that I don’t hate the book? I’m a little tired of it, but there are parts that still make me laugh. I’ve had another couple of epiphanies about how to flesh things out and bring them around (causing me to write notes like, “CATIE, YOU IDIOT, USE THIS AT THE END” on the manuscript), and I just went through a bit that I remember distinctly thinking, “Ok, I’m too tired of this section to do it now, but I need to delve into stuff a little more deeply right here,” but now I don’t know what I was going to do. Damn. Maybe when I move to pixels I’ll figure it out. I’m going to try to finish the paper edits tonight so I can work on moving them to the computer and have this done by Sunday, and then I’m going to make Another Printout and give it to Mom and Dad and Ted (and if Sarah and Silkie and Stella wanna read, lemme know) to read for inconsistencies. If they find many, I will probably end up taking the whole smegging manuscript with me to San Francisco, ’cause it’s supposed to be back in NY by June 1 and I’ll need to work on it while I’m Outside. If they do not, with any luck I’ll just send it off on the 21st and not worry about it anymore. I hope. :)

miles to Rivendell: 437