Revision–Fragments, Johnathan

Shaking, moving, removing, and inserting new text. Fun but exhausting. I have written 6ks of new text, removed another 3Ks, moved parts of the novel, and added clues to the first 5 chapters. But . . . I’m still only up to 186 pages. The process is glacial, but part of the reason is my one and a half jobs, chores, slush reading, and my anxiety about my Nephew’s illness.

Actually, it’s my Nephew’s illness that makes me into a quivering, fear-infested meat sack. I’m scared for him; he’s only twelve. It’s so unfair.