I drove thirteen hours
So. How about that economy. Good times.
I was home in North Carolina all last week, spending time with my parents and walking around the old home town. I like that place. The problem is that all of my connections there are laden with religious implications. My classmates are all missionaries and preachers and homeschoolers. Decent folks, and we get along just fine, but there's an awkward distance between us now. Half of what you believe is superstition, to me. Everything that's important to you is in your imagination. How do you have that conversation?
Anyway. It was good to be home. I wish the trees had changed, but they didn't.
While I was home I got my line edits from Nottingham. They asked for them by end of month, so I prepared myself to be all busy for the next couple weeks poring over the notes and making changes to the manuscript. And then I did the whole thing in two fairly short sessions, Sunday and Monday. I must be missing something. I haven't sent the correct manuscript back, because I printed it out and am giving it one more read through. It's been a couple months since I thrashed this draft together, so my eye on it is fresh enough. You know what? I'm happy with the book. I'm enjoying reading it. I think it's good.