The Critical Eye

Finally back to editing Promiscous Mode again, the pages where I got so caught up in reading I forgot to read with the Critical Eye. Didn't find much, mayb 100 words, but what the heck? I would gladly shed 100 ounces or even 100 grams. Of course what I am postponing is writing a synopsis for this sucker.

The problem: I am juggling three plots and I can't really decide which is the main one. Dumb, huh? Other problem. Can't decide who or what is the antagonist. Yet the book has beginning, middle and end, lots of plot points and EVERYTHING gets wrapped up in the end. So what is the problem? Maybe I'll draw straws.

I have something like 45 agents to query once I have a synopsis. Really do want to have a good one. Two pages, smooth as butter.

We're been living off one turkey breast since Saturday. Two night a straight Thanksgiving-type dinner. 3rd night hot turkey sandwiches, fourth and five nights (tonight) turkey pot pie. Thank heavens the bird is gone. It cost $7.00 and change. That's a lot of eating for that money. Sides were cheap, too. Tonight I threw together a fresh pear and cranberry crisp type of dessert with a flour/butter/sugar/oatmeal topping. A soupcon of cinnamon. Yum!

Tomorrow is corned beef dinner and maybe strawberry shortcake for dessert. I have nice fresh carrots, parsnips, potatoes, onions and cabbage to cook with the meat. No turnips. Grapeshot doesn't like turnips, at least not the big ugly ones. Ick.

The New England weather couldn't be beat today, and S.O. sat on the deck and watched the birds come to the feeders. We saw the cute little wren and some sort of song sparrow. I hung two wren houses yesterday--tried to keep them far apart. Hope somebody nests therein. Also saw a big butterfly. The slough is thawing. Tomorrow is to be rainy and then it gets cold again. Typical March, huh

Adapt.

Grapeshot