Music:Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers - Learning To Fly
bones floating in the sound
So I am home from Fourth Street, neither tan nor rested nor ready, but with the last 52 hours of my deathmarch looming before me. Or should I say, the last 52 hours of my original deathmarch looming before me--because I have to have the final revisions on Grail done by July 15th (or sooner if possible) and there is another con in there.
Between now and the end of Wednesday, however, I need to finish "Confessor." Which means, really, figuring out what the thematic arc is, because right now it does not have one.
I did come up with a great idea for a novella on the plane, though. My brain will do anything to distract me.