Connection: Made

Finished deep editing the first part of the story and already I am out of orange sticky tabs. It would seem that when I left this draft out on the table overnight it became infested with commas. The dang things are multiplying like rabbits.

When I'm finished correcting these small pieces of idiocy, I think I'd really like to read the thing again as a cohesive whole before I send it off to other people to make sure it flows the way I think it should. Also because I'm kind of enjoying it.

I really hope this doesn't make me a narcissist. I don't think it does, though, because when I read it I don't think of it as something I wrote. I just think of it as something I'm enjoying, even though I know what's going to happen. That might not make sense, but I've been staring at a computer screen and a giant manuscript alternately all day and I'm getting a little punchy.