Still scratchy-voiced, but not sick. At least, I don’t have the hang dog, just let me go back to bed feelings of yesterday. I chugged some nyquil and went to bed early last night. Time damn well spent.
Today, I’m alredy nose deep in Red Witch. Having issues because Edie is smart. And the problem with smart characters is that they figure stuff out. And looking back at what I had written, I had to concede that she’d figure out a plot point that I wasn’t going to bring up in Red Witch. My narrative wasn’t ready for it.
But Edie, like Matty, has a habit of figuring things out before I’m ready for it, narratively. So I have to make some serious adjustments to the narrative and her reactions.
Blarg to smart characters. One of these days, I’m going to write a story full of idiots.