blue Monday

Monday couldn't have been worse. First thing, I finally read Ted's re-make/re-model of "Movement & Repose," & was shocked at how badly he'd messed it up, trying to apply romance formulas. I'm not going to jeopardize a friendship by telling him that he ruined the thing, I'm simply doing a revision without telling him exactly which way I'm going to go.

The crits aren't all in yet, but I'm forging ahead, anyway. We got one this morning, from a Phyllis Somebody, who liked the story, save for the ending. I've asked her if she thinks I need to reinstate the original plot, but that's just so I can tell Ted (hopefully) that the vote against him is unaminous.

Ted's version was 11,000 words. I've pared that down to 8,800. I want to take out at least 800 more words, then build the story back up again. This time, the story begins with sex.

After Trish had returned from work, Karen called: the ambulance bill is $1,100, & Medicaid might not pay. I'm seriously thinking of suing the doctor who put me on that ambulance.

I didn't feel like cooking, so we ate over at El Taco Loco, where they've jacked their prices sky-high, due to the hike in the minimum wage.

President Bush is all for President!