I've avoided it for as long as I can. I have the revision notes, both mine and John's, for "The Red in the Sky is Our Blood," and today is devoted to making it not suck. Well, what's left of today, anyway. I successfully frittered the morning away on exercise and making a pot of supa improvisata (no, that's not supposed to be real Italian).
Now I have to fix this story.
And the first thing I have to do is find a first line that would not get it rejected by every self-respecting magazine editor in North America.