As usual time is flying by. October, really? I've set this month down for getting back to work, aka editing. I was sitting in my car today, in the public library parking lot, reading an overdue book. I was trying to get as much of it read as I could and drop it in the overnight bin, before the library opened, increasing the amount I owed. I got halfway through, sorta sad really when you consider I hadn't managed to read any of it in the three weeks (or was it 6?) that I had it at home. The reason for my mentioning it at all is, it was James N Frey's, How to Write a Damn Good Novel 2. And I understood it, and it made sense to me, and I actually felt inspired (to fix my mistakes, and develop new skills). Which is quite a feat as nothing else I have read, in trying to learn how to edit, has done that. I think I actually understand the why and how of my lacking suspense, and I feel like I may be able to create it, or at least now I know how to try to. So to me, internally, sitting in a library parking lot today, was a great big deal. The rusty cobwebbed cogs are turning! Go gears go. The whimsical me is all set to go dreaming again. And the worker to forge a path by hacking away the underbrush and overgrowth. October, what I need during thee is to believe.