Never has the laundry so desperately needed folding. Those appliances that have been sitting on the counter for days suddenly need to be put away RIGHT NOW. The phone! That class I was going to sign up for! Everything's humming with urgency.
Of course it is. I've got a big, fat rewrite looming.
Last night S & M (those really are their initials, and yes the entire experience was consensual) did not spare words. They were not "nice" though they were eventually forthcoming about what they did like about First Crack. I listened with gratitude and awe. They said that the protagonist's arc (emotional trajectory) and the thriller arc (how the suspense ratchets up) carved two very different paths. The protagonist accelerates right away, but the thriller plot is kind of pokey to get going. So I need to slow down the big guy, and start feeding in the creepy, conspiratorial elements earlier on.
Fair enough. More than fair, in fact. This is the kind of thing I am terrible at--perceiving a larger pattern, and seeing things in sequence. In some ways it felt like a lucky guess that I was able to order it as logically as it was.
So today I will be cleaning house, baking cookies for the read-through on the 21st, making banana muffins for Cainan's lunches, returning extremely important phone calls fending off the urge to do unrelated things while I burn through this rewrite.
Please--call me today and cash in on any old favors I owe you, offer to take me to a fancy restaurant, promise searing pleasures of mind and body in great detail.
Just you see how strong I am.
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