Ok, two chapters of US edited and I still have to go rewrite one entirely. Or not quite entirely, but significantly. Mom called and said, “So, uh, when are you going to write the next 100 pages of Angles?” She wasn’t sure she liked this reading books in thirds thing. Maybe I’ll not bring over the next third until it’s all done. Would that help, Mom? Hee hee hee. What else? Oh, I actually did work today, too, isn’t that nice? And I also edited the next chapter of Sarah’s romance novel she’s working on (see, I’m not the ONLY person writing two books this month…) and um. And Ted came home sick at lunch, which is very sad, and … the cat is puking all over the place. Yucko.

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