I admit it. I've been kind of blase about the whole swine flu thing. And yeah, I probably don't have that. (Note that the doctor's said probably. I didn't even think about it until she said something like 96% chance not. Thank you for that four percent chance.)
But holy monkeys, the normal flu this year? It is bad.
On one hand, though, I've been working on revisions a LOT. I thought it would be easy. Cut, chop, be done.
Very wrong. Everything ties so well together that by cutting three chapters, I have to add in other place, and cut in other places, and basically sew it together.
I do like it better now, though.
I'm cutting long, long wordy passages, and it kind of hurts. They're pretty, but they're boring. Kind of like some celebrities. I don't want my book to be a boring celebrity. I want it to be a Miley Cyrus.
Either you love her, or you hate her, but very rarely to people just give up bored. Also, she's remarkably pretty, and sparkly.
(Random note. It was kind of hard to find a good picture with clothes on, and no mean comments added.)
So, anyway. That's my two cents. Being sick stinks, and books should be like Miley Cyrus.
I think I'm on too much medication.