Ye gods. This damned thing is now on its third plot, all of them subtly but importantly different. And I can't shake the feeling that if you x-rayed it, you'd be able to see the old plots shining through like a landscape under a painted-over canvas.
It's also hard because all this squishing and slurping means I can't feel the outline of the book in my head any more, so I have no idea if I've bitched up the pacing or the arc or whatever.
Identified Scenes to Add:: still only 10
Pages Edited:: 460
Reason for stopping: done with the read-through and edit for content/continuity: not writing any new scenes tonight.
Mammalian Assistance: nobody loves me.
Stimulants: seltzer with lime and fresh ginger. Less today, because I only had one bottle left.
Exercise: Wrestling dogs and chairdancing
Tyop du jour: nothing of note, alas
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory , Nancy Milford, Savage Beauty