About what? Oh, I’m sure I could have come up with something. How little time I have to write, maybe, or the fact that every time I start to edit, my brain tries to run off.
But the time for whining, if ever there were such a time, is over.
This edit is going down. The parts that need it are getting rewritten. This character is getting tortured.
*shifty eyes*
What? I’m a writer. I’m supposed to do that. (I’m also supposed to restrain my use of italics for emphasis, but the booming bass in my head (why, thank you, neighbor!) is interfering with my thought processes.)
Onward!