So here's what's happening...
Believe it or not, I'm actually still sick. Nowhere near as bad as it was, but still sick. Amazing! This is the veracity of the man-flu. But, since I'm no longer on life support (since my wife has strict orders to NEVER pull the plug), I've had to get up and do something. So, I've been busy editing. That disgusting, vile occupation that comes after the book was written perfectly in the first place. OK, so there were a lot of misspelled words and bad punctuation, but the story was perfect. OK, so I found scenes that didn't make sense and maybe a few needed beefing up, but the entire premise was perfect. And just because a couple chapters were at least a thousand words short of average, I mean really, what harm does that do? So what that I was able to put an entire sub-story in. It's not like I had to rewrite the entire book. It was perfect. Yeah, that says it all. When I write, I have Word open, I have a thesaurus open and I have Bing open for doi