I am quiet due to revisions. I’m working away in the little bits of time I have—in the mornings, because by nighttime I’m caged in and depressed from what happened during the day and it will ruin what I have on the page. Revising is all I want to think about. No patience for anything else. Dispassion to its fullest. Looking forward to the weekend. Tonight I may do a solitary recital for myself, reading chapters aloud in the apartment while E is out teaching. If a word sounds weird in my mouth, I’ll have to change it. Revision is about the story, the characters, the pacing, the clarity, the speed, the words the words the words. Revision is about every. single. word. there. is.