Agh. Major, major re-write. Met BJ for lunch and ended up spending five hours going over the plot, step by step, because it just doesn’t work for her.
Or for me. Once she pointed out the problems. I feel sorry for any creative person who doesn’t have a friend who can say, “wait, that’s not going to work. You can make it better, so do it.”
So. The word count has dropped, to 48,379. It will go back up again, I think, once I get everything sorted out. Some. This will never be the tome Eve’s story is.
The work is so worth it. Selene is not nearly the bitch she was. And Donte is starting to run his own life. And I, their creator, like them better than I ever managed before.