Tonight’s Edition of “Things I Said While Revising”

Jaye is awake and home this time, but not in the room, so once again I’m talking to myself.

“Okay, let’s try that again.”

“Argh!”

“Ugh.”

“E . . . gak!”  (So flustered with a sentence I couldn’t manage words.)

“Yeah!  There we go!”

“Oh!  Even better!”

“What the . . .?”

“What?”

“C’mon.”

“Jesus Christ!”

“That . . . doesn’t sound like Karen.  That’s the problem.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Fuck.” (this was as I realized that I’ve written three revisions of this bit so far with sunlight streaming in . . . despite it being dinner time in the winter)

“Okay.  Made that worse.”

“Bloody hell.”

“Jesus Christ!” (Jaye is now in the room and asked if I was okay after this one, so maybe there should be another exclamation point.)

“Bobby wouldn’t do that.”

“Sheath.”  (I’d forgotten the word.)

Two hours, and I only got 930ish words cleaned up.  This section’s “what happened” was solid, but “how it happened” was horrible.