Again, home alone except for the cat.
“There we go! Turn the sleaziness up!”
“Nah.” (This and the above were about the same line I’d just added. And said about five seconds apart. I changed my mind as soon as I finished typing it.)
“Arrggh! That made it worse!”
“Fuck. I don’t know how to spell that.” (Surreptitiously . . . which I apparently DO know how to spell!)
I laughed at my spelling “relief” “refiel” and then “refief.”
“‘Kind rough’? Really, Shannon?”
“Argh! Oh my god.”
“Oh my god.”
There has also been lots of sighing. Past me needs smacked for how vague some parts of what I edited today are.
Then I had to go search for tasteless tattoos to fix the vagueness in one spot. I love my protagonist, really.
“Much better.” (I decided the tattoo is best not described. I’m picturing something that crass.)
Only 4.5 pages done, but two hours of work, so I guess it’s just going slowly in this section.