Snark, snark, snark

 

I’m in a snarky mood today, so watch out.  Dialog for last chapter went well, so I’ll be turning that into real text today, and then maybe trying to squeeze in a rewrite, but it seems kind of useless since I’ve got copy edit for EVER AFTER landing on my desk in less than a week.  It feels too early to start shifting the website over to EVER AFTER and INTO THE WOODS, but that’s what I might do.

Oh, Mr. Fish is doing fine.  A month or so ago, he was practicing his sideways swimming, and I gave him two weeks.  He’s feisty, but has lost his long fins.  Now I give him six months.  (snark, snark, snark . . .)