Hours from the Information Blackout

For those of you keeping score, I finished revising the plot synopsis! There were a few days when the synopsis was winning and I was down on the ground eating dirt, but I picked myself up and went back in. And, now, you know what? The book is so much better for it. It was worth all the hard work.

Which brings me to what I am going to say next.

Starting tomorrow, this blog will stop talking about the above-mentioned novel. We are entering an information blackout period in which that particular novel will be stricken from our vocabulary, censored, and scrambled from view. What novel, whose novel, where?

It’s another behind-the-scenes moment, and I have no idea how long it will last.

In the meantime, it has been suggested that I need a hobby. I need to be distracted; I’m not just saying that to avoid the guilt over watching TV. Possibilities: I wish I’d learned how to skateboard, but if I tried now I would surely break my face. Baking? I could blow up the apartment. Knitting is not for me. Napping is depressing, and not really a hobby. Should I rent a Wii?

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