The funny thing about having family around is that when it happens infrequently enough that it's an honest-to-goodness event, it's important to take advantage of that time. That shouldn't mean I don't do any writing things, but that's exactly how it feels. I had this little 'tick, tick, tick' in my head, letting me know that whatever I'm doing at the moment may be fun, but it's not editing.
I should be editing. I should be spending at least a little time staring at this pile of words and trying to beat it into submission. On the plus side she finally read my first draft and really liked it.
And then - at my request - she poked holes in it. Lots of holes. Some of them I have a way to fix, and others I have no blooming idea on how to fix yet. There's still that big horrible plot hole that I need to find and fix.
I'm glad she came. New things to do once I've finished the thing I'm doing. This writing stuff certainly isn't boring. Now to go do some more editing, and at some point I know I'll need to figure out where I've accidentally left a good third of the printed pages that I left scribbles over.
Maybe I could have asked my sister.
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