I don't think I hit the jugular.

But I've definitely found a vein.

(Pens, people.  I'm taking about pens.  Of the red variety.  And the many marks this first one has been making.)

Forget the pens.

Break out the cleaver and the axe.

Grab your pens, boys and girls.

The Big Red Edit of Book Two is about to begin.
Here's hoping it doesn't take as long as Book One.
And that I get rid of all of the words I need to.
Though that will probably take more drafts.
And tinkering.
So much tinkering.

The map is lost.

Redrawing the map.
Too bad people can't just look into my head.
It's all there.
It all makes sense.
Someone tell the paper that.
And the pencil.
I swear they're working against me.

Corrections made.

And print.
Good.
I'm ready to look at Two now.
And start all over again.
And maybe let some people read One.
I've taken it as far as I can by myself.
And I think I'm ready.
Maybe.

Typing in the corrections.

Finding a few more along the way.