Still, I am on the perpetual hunt for that ideal reader to give me constructive feedback. Most of my writer friends really don't have time, and I don't have the plata to pay someone to read my work. Besides, I drafted these great beginning workshop questions that I really should follow myself or duh, give my husband.
Then the real torture will start with the revising. Did I mention that I was rewriting The Harvest for the third time? Technically, this version is not a revision, but I gleaned as many of the old good ideas for it. Some of the other characters are still in it, but they ring truer this time. I also have to flesh out the level mods for the social order the girls live in. Simpler is better, 1 through 5. Everything else is a capitalist trick. Well, it all is in this novel.
So, I am still nursing this cold, which sucks. Earlier I was in my writing groove with my new writing schedule (kapow), and my brain just stopped. It freaked me out, but it was just my body telling me to rest.