Okay, last weekend I almost took up the novel again. It's been four months, more than enough time to forget what I was thinking and to view it with fresh eyes.
What I should do is print it out, double-spaced, and mark it up. I don't know if I'm there yet, though, that would make evident the pacing problems, and I'd rather fix those after I fix consistency and logic problems.
That is even more tempting now that I could lose it all when I turn my back on cable and take up with the fragile glass fiber optic network.
Had to do it, if only for the chance to compare my version on the left to Jerry's version on the right.
My copy might look slight, but I say it's at fighting weight. It isn't weighed down with all the tobacco molecules. Or adverbs.
I need to pick up a pen and get to work.