But I have excuses. A head cold worthy of prescription drugs made me feel like I’ve missed a month of my life instead of just a week.
And to some degree, success! After long weeks, an evening in the backyard with some wine and some good conversation, I have finally figured out how to divide the 230,000 work monstrosity into TWO novels. Things might work out after all. Still a lot of work to do with cutting down the first part.