As further proof of the change I feel, the sky has been overcast of late, and I awoke at 5 this morning to rain pattering on the tin terrace roof. It was still raining, harder, even, an hour later when J got home from work. Looking out the office window, I see a solid layer of gray still pads the sky. At least the winds have dropped and the lagoon has regained its lake-like qualities. There is an upside to every thing.
And speaking of beginnings, I've retaken up TTD for a pass with an eye to tweaking the first chater, cutting weasel prose in the beginning and the last quarter, and reworking the last two pages or so. After that, query letter and synopsis writing shall begin, segueing into the beginning of my agent hunt. Lots of beginnings. There always are when one is alive.
