Savannah thinks she’s so cute posting alla the color and schmutz from the last plotting weekend. BAH! I like it less now than I did when we began, only now I can say it’s over. I survived it, but I’m not sure if it had run any longer if she would have.
I feel like in completing that process, that I’ve undergone a brain transplant of my story to a non-living technicolor mass that is hanging on a wall. She is giddy. I am not. But, I wasn’t thrilled about it before we started.
Long story short, this is supposed to keep it on track and get it to the done stage with better cohesion than what I had. Ever the skeptic, I think time will tell. I guess we’ll find out soon enough since she has already informed me that the wall comes down by the 31st regardless because she has more than me to worry about.