Last night, I completely cracked the plot of the Skylights sequel wide open, for about the fourteenth time since finishing the original book– only this time it involves going back to the original draft of Sunlight that I got like 40,000 words into and then had to bail on, because I finally figured out how to make it work.
At this point the sequel to that book is going to be a foreword, 300 blank pages, and then the words “And then they all died” on page 301, because I am having that much trouble getting the plot to cohere.
In other news, despite the fact that I’ve put in notice at my job, there’s still a corporate visit next week and for some reason apparently I’m still expected to, like, do stuff around the store– I guess they don’t just pay me to sit on my ass and look at my phone for five weeks, or something nuts like that? So I’ve been insanely busy at work for the last couple of days and tomorrow does not look like it’s going to be better. I literally dusted every end table and coffee table in the entire store this evening. Tomorrow I have to do the TV stands. I am crabby and sleepy and I have not had much brain left for bloggery when I get home. I will, I hope, break myself of this habit tomorrow.
Seriously. Email me some problems so I can do an advice column. Otherwise I’m just gonna fictionalize the whole thing and that’s gonna lead to issues.