I handed the second manuscript edit to my editor and it did not go as I had hoped. We don’t have enough good material to make a full-length book.

Not giving up. Hell no.  So I prepare to go once more into the breach.  I’d roll up my sleeves, but I am not wearing sleeves.

Preparations: A pint of icy cold green tea with honey, light a candle, and sprayed some Coppertone tanning oil upon myself. Am I out in the sun? No, but the scent makes me think the ocean is right outside my window.  I need all the inspiration I can get right now.

I’m going to do a third edit and hand it in tomorrow afternoon to my editor and the lovely Rose.  Then they can figure out where to go from here.