Woke up, put on clothes, started writing.

Odd how much faith in the beginning of this book is returning based on the fact that I am slashing rather than writing.

A very wise 19-year-old writer read the first half and told me, during one part, that I should "Cut the joke, keep the drama." She expertly realized that I added a few lines just to include a certain gag, and it wasn't a necessary gag. I've done that with descriptive paragraphs in other places, as well. I like them. But they don't fit anymore. Maybe they never did.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!