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Holy Subplots, Batman!

I'm 155 pages into The Grove. Oh, and by the way, that's using Book Antiqua 11 point font, just for sharts and gargles. I'll change it to trusty old Times New Roman 12 point and read and revise it that way before submission. I find that changing the font gives me fresher eyes on the text for proofreading.

This week, while managing mischief for three generations of Miernik ladies, I've also rolled out of bed before the others each morning to rewrite my outline for the rest of the book, slimming down its subplots and tangents considerably. I am a flagrant overwriter, and I've built a world that is teeming with magical flora and fauna and all kinds of people with all kinds of talk-show-level drama. Now that I can imagine two (of my top tier pick) agents hanging over my shoulders like the ghosty personifications of conscience in old-timey cartoons, waiting for this manuscript, I am magically able to wield my editing scimitar to forge a trail that balances scenic ambience with efficiency in getting us to The End on time.

Meanwhile, my daytime muses are the cutest!

playing "Drag Show" in Old Town... Nonna loves to shop at drag boutiques
just before Nux started dancing in the street at the Jazz Festival; it was an ice cream for dinner kinda day
chillin' at the library with Sam and Rosemary, who follow Nux around town as ghosts after we leave
some kinda triple source fanfic insanity at the bookstore

Annnnnnd we just spent a few days body surfing in Petoskey and visiting family in the Up Northiest portion of the lower peninsula of Michigan.

Nux and her "twin cousin," born two hours apart, on a lucky birthday shared with two other cousins

The rustic cabin had Direct TV, and we have confirmed that Nux has outgrown My Little Pony in favor of the more mature humor of Teen Titans. My baby is growing up!

Now to get the lakeweed and sand scrubbed out of her hair. Ah, there is nothing like the utter non-relaxation of a multi-generational family vacation!

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