Unfinished

The Book. Books. How many edits can a gurrl do before she either throws it all away or releases it into wild as it is?

But I just remembered my latest deadline is next week. 

That's flippin' eeksome.

Dear gods of editing, please let me stop finding so many shit bits so I can be rid of this damned wordy burden. Wurden. Murderous worderous. See how fucked my brain is? Help...

Next week then. 

I will make a name for myself. 

Out of pasta, wool and Copydex.