Thanks to the wonderful women at Jungle Red for giving me a kick in the proverbial pants...contest or no contest, Phil and his latest nemesis, Ruby Cabernet, have been languishing while I try and cut, paste, and generally re-work Crossdressed. And so has this little blog. Revisions make me cranky. I always feel like I've done my best the first time out, especially since I tend to edit as I go. So, to have anyone tell me I need to 'reword this, cut that, make this more clear' is a shock. My daughter is my first reader and pulls no punches. I was fortunate to have Ramona DeFelice Long do my first complete edit...she is amazing and gave me some good direction. Still, my ego always gets bruised. Poor poor me, right? I know it has to be done if I want Phil and his alter ego Filli to ever see the light of day...or nook...or print. Doesn't make it any easier. (Do I hear violins?)
So, since I have today set aside for the Bears-Seahawks games, I set to work tomorrow to get some major work done...one page at a time. Or rather, 45 minutes at a time. Stick with me, OK?
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