It’s almost like a diary–just an online one for all the world to see and without all the dirt on good for nothing ex’s or the juicy bits of the latest erotic dream or how that ex-friend always annoyed you… No, those things are left for the written, paper world–or the darkest corner of your psyche, whichever.
Let’s not get too deep just yet, yeah?
The dogs are lazy, sleeping on the floor, the darling’s hard at work, and I’m being antisocial and taking a break from all the editing/revising of Hunted, a 140-thousand+ novel I’m working on…the fifth time around. Now, it’s the elimination part, and cutting…and editing. Always editing. The story telling I love, the editing… It gets tedious after so long.
But the cherry’s been broken, and hopefully the next time around isn’t as awkward… No one likes awkwardness.
Au Revoir,
KST
