I really think that I was born on the wrong continent. Bear with me here. I've got nothing against being American, but I think I was meant to be British. Why else would I find refuge in a hot mug of tea (with cream and sugar, of course) and some toast with jam? It's seriously the best comfort food. I totally understand why they favor tea so much. It destroys coffee.
I'm about to begin the edits for chapter three. I still don't have a title that I like. I'm still unsure if my main character is strong and likeable enough. Is anyone really going to care about her? My doubts jab away at me insisting that she is boring. There's nothing worse than a mediocre character. It would be better to have a drab plot or weak dialogue than to have a character that can't engage the reader. I really need to get cranking on these edits so that I can pass the manuscript along, by which I really mean, force some loved ones to read this thing. Outside opinions are needed at this point.
On the plus side, a wonderful co-worker has allowed me to borrow her copy of the 2012 Writer's Market. Have I even cracked it open yet? No, but I hope to make some headway later this afternoon. *Fingers crossed that the boy takes a nice, long nap* He's been sick, though, so sleeping even more poorly than normal, poor guy.
Alright, enough chatter. Time to get focused on chapter three so that I can finish it before he wakes up. Cheerio!
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