I had my first major experience of network interference today. One of our clever and intriguing a-strands (major plotline) got completely rearranged after a brief call from the PTB. It hurt a little, considering the love we put into it.
I think the most interesting thing was that we all regrouped with the new story and made it work. For the first few moments I thought we were facing a disaster, but we talked it around and made something equally good. These are invaluable writing lessons.
On the bummer side, I’ve stayed back so late the last two nights I’ve gotten home at 9:15pm. Assuming I’m on time tomorrow, I’ll have gone 72 hours without a face-to-face chat with my son. Oh, and he’s ill at the moment. Great dad, eh? Meanwhile my mum’s driving for 30 minutes each night to pick me up. Maybe I’ll get to repay the lad when he’s 39.
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