The Mac was tuned to the Hypercompendia station all day while I wandered between editing A Bottle of Beer and everything else I do in life with the everything else taking a back seat.
It is amazing how much I see and how much I overlook in writing and rewriting. I seem to live on little and mighty and great and serve it to others like popcorn. It’s the error of an amateur and something that should have been worked out of habit by now.
I keep going over the same text boxes over and over, never getting beyond the first half of the story. Tomorrow I’ll try to remember to start at midpoint.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology