Word count (to the nearest thousand): 65,000 (and falling)
Status: Reading him out loud
I thought I was almost there. I thought I was just about to send him off to betas. But now that I’m reading him out loud, I’m finding parts that are just AWFUL. They roll off the tongue about as well as pond scum. And it’s killing me. It’s killing me that I’m suddenly so far away again. It’s. Killing. Me.
Any advice? Encouragement? Commiseration?
(In lieu of flowers, please send chocolate ice cream.)