Home, again...

Job's done. Invoice and expenses in to the people who pay. A rough ride thanks to books so covered in dust I had to wear an N95 mask to be able to breathe and take a Benadryl to handle my nose's anger. Not easy, especially driving home. Had to stop twice to nap, thanks to the drugs. Now my right arm is bugging me so it's hard to type. I hate getting old.

This is where I was working...by a lake in the northeast corner of New Jersey, miles from the nearest highway. This was the day the shipment was picked up for delivery; the next day was cloudy and it rained. Good timing, for once.

I did get plenty of ideas to add into Carli's Kills...and came up with an ending that will be surprising, if it works. Won't know till I get there...but that's the way my writing goes.

Still, I'm getting this beast into a decent draft and out to be edited, next week, no matter what. I'm moving, the end of next week, so I won't have time for this nonsense to keep going on.

Seriously, I could rewrite this book till the end of time. I have lots of changes I'd love to make to my other works, but I won't do it because they are what they are. Porno Manifesto is case in point. When I adapted it into a screenplay, I found ways to improve the story...but when I redid the formatting, I refused to sneak them in. The book stands on its own merits, and I'm proud of what I did with it.

So CK is going to get done and out and I'll deal with my later ideas as they come...if they come. I have A Place of Safety to work on, next, and then Dair's Window...and after those, a dozen other projects. So fiddling with this one story is hurting their chances of being made. Ain't gonna happen.