A Text Book Case

I have Ed the Computer Dude, otherwise known as Ava’s husband, working on extracting anything of Dalton’s story he can from my dead lap top.

On one hand, I’m in the 6th stage of my grief – reconstruction & working through, and I don’t really want to give hope any energy. 

But, it would be foolish not to try. 

I’m trying to coax myself into sitting on the floor with my stack of sticky notes and working out the plot line all over again.  To accomplish that I really need my Sisters and a pitcher of martinis. 

Tomorrow I’m going to Walgreens and I’m buying a big piece of poster board and I’m gonna get the whole thing mastered.  I just really, really, really hate to redo all that work.

And you know – here’s the rub.  As I was rereading the first 11 chapters, I was fairly unhappy with it.  There was a lot I wanted to change and the writing wasn’t as good as I know it can be.  But the missing nine chapters that I can’t reread – somehow in my mind, those lost chapters were the best nine chapters I’ve ever written.  Probably didn’t need any editing at all.

I love being delusional.