Sub off to Grimoir and another one printed out to go to Alchemy tomorrow, because I don't have enough form rejects for my wallpapering project.
Post-novel ennui has me by the throat. It's not the book I want it to be, and it will never get fixed, and it's too much work, and writing is hard. Guess that means its time to start work on that second draft then, eh?
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be artists.