Current Word Count – 4004
Well, I’m heading into the part where I…shudder…have to re-read some of the previous work. Strands and things are starting to form a tapestry, and it’s time to keep the threads straight.
Some of it is okay, but an awful lot of it reads like a stranger wrote it. Bunches of it make me go, yuck. And, Who wrote this crap. And (before I remember that I didn’t buy this at a bookstore), I hope I can get my money back.
The thing is, there’s not a lot of me in there. Which is probably a good thing. Everyone needs to see what the me that isn’t me is up to now and then. If I’m lucky, that me doesn’t have the credit cards or the cell phone.
If I’m not lucky, well, that would sure explain a lot…like this Antonio Bandaneras blow up love doll. That’s sure not me.