So in reading over my last entry, I just realized that I typed "caste" when I meant "cast." I could go back and edit it, but I'm not going to. See, there's a caste system in a certain book I'm working on right now, and I guess my fingers assume that's the word I'm looking for, even though at my day job I work a lot with cast and definitely not castes. I guess you can tell where my mind really is.

So yeah, I missed a day of posting. I came home from dinner with my first-draft reader and went straight to bed. I didn't even remember I had a blog until one of those hazy pain-induced moments of clarity in the middle of the night as I was trying to get back to sleep. It's not that the meeting went badly. He just told me the chapter had no soul. No soul, I tell you! My writing is soul-less. I'm crushed. Not really. I'm not surprised he had that reaction. I'm actually glad it wasn't worse. I was writing through a lot of pain and frustration, so I'm just glad it was coherent at all. Now I just have to go back and inject some soul.

Also -- Happy Birthday Devin!