Two fingers of scotch and no dinner. I'm not actually tipsy yet, but I am on page 263 of the MS and highlighting things that need to be fixed. Of course, one of the things Liz wants cut is one of my favorite bits of self-indulgence in the book. I may fight for it on the grounds that it's both foreshadowing and thematic, even if it is not so much plot.
We do it for the glamor.
I love the editorial process.
And I'm switching to the bourbon, because there's no point in wasting quarter-cask Laphroaig on a numb tongue.