The wishfulness waltz makes everything winnable

David and I went out for dinner at Noodles, and then he drove us to the airport post office, where I mailed the latest version of the novel now called, unless my much-tried editor decides she doesn't like it, Abiding Reflection. It is 151,000 words long. I was depressed about this until I did the math. I have cut 225,000 words from this book. It's not actually that simple, because I wrote new ones, too. But still, this version is 225,000 words shorter than the two-volume one.

I was cutting stuff and then having to put it back because it was important, so I decided it was time to send the object to its editor. It feels kind of like leaving the baby with grandma.

Now I can mow the lawn, do laundry, catch up on LJ, clean the house, read new books, attend parties without mentally cutting chapters in my head.

My brain needs to grow back.

Pamela