imaginarycircus

Wooster cat still sniffly and stuffy and sick. He is not eating much--we gave him chicken last night. He loves chicken. David had to hand feed him while he lay in his lap. It was so pathetic.

I'm having a capsule endoscopy tomorrow so no food today and lovely prep this evening. The prep is always the worst part of this.

I cut 25,000 words out of the middle of my ms yesterday. I'm reordering some of the chapters and making some changes I hope will solve pacing problems in the first half of the novel. When I put a few chapters back I should only have about ten thousand words and that will drop my ms back into the 75-80k word range. I really wanted to be done with this editing by the end of the month. I guess its not impossible, but it's going to be close.