The Glamorous Life of a Writer

So yesterday, impelled by a vague feeling of not-quite-rightness in the flow of the current novel, I printed out all hunnerdeighteen manuscript pages of the adorable little tyke and read it through.

There are some structural problems. The first chapter is way too passive. I can fix that. The action arc is skewed; the ante goes up 'way too fast. I can fix that. I have not been plain enough in the matter of what sort of magic is which, to the point that I was confused. I can fix that, too, by gummy.

Today, I planned and plotted, wrote down all the past history, and reworked the story arc. I have an entire Plan through the end (an end?) of the book, though things naturally get sketchier further out. Kate, or Borgan, or Mr. Ignat', or Gran, dammit -- one of them owes me an essential piece of information and it would be nice if they would fork over soon. I'm just sayin'.

In other news, Dulsey discovered that coloring is hard work. She tried to supervise me, she really did, but her eyes just. kept. sliding. shut...