My editing skills have taken a turn for the worse. There was a time when I slashed phrases with the best of them, thought nothing of cutting the pretty fat from my babies. Now? Now I’m pregnant with words. Dude–I’m downright wordy.
At any rate, I’m fleshing out the latest short story (shorty) quite nicely, chubby or no chubby (that sounds like a bad porno title–Chubby or No Chubby?). Draft three can be about the slimming. Draft two is about plot cohesion and characters who make sense. Still–7200 freakin’ words?