What was I thinking?
Anyway, all in all, a pretty good night, and I'm enjoying rereading the book--at least the first half. I liked the first half on the last pass too, though, so we'll see how the second half goes.
I like the part where I fiddle with things and take out the bits of exposition and character interaction that I needed when I was telling the story to myself, but which the story itself doesn't need. It's like peeling the scaffolding down and seeing what the statue looks like behind it; kind of nifty.
It's still a hideously self-indulgent book, but I'm also surprisingly cool with that; I do like Tribute and Jackie. And it's always amazing to me how my brain clutter can become a narrative.
That probably explains why I like Shakespeare so much.