Man, second day of whatever these godzilla antibiotics are and I feel SO much better already. There are always side effects to these things, but what I've got so far is totally tolerable and much preferred over this stupid infection that I've had for a MONTH (and has survived two rounds of inferior antibiotics already.)
I'm up due to repeated cat attacks, the house is quiet and I'm enjoying a Saturday morning: Pumpkin Spice coffee, a manuscript, and a red pen.
The read-through is fun. Not because the existing work is good — most of it isn't — but because I can see right away how it could be better. New scenes are coming up and I'm making notes on them. I'm resisting the temptation to go write them just yet, because I want to get through the read-through first so I have the story in my head as a whole. I want to get through this phase by the end of the month, which should be easily doable. I just finished page 68, and I've only got 250 total.
One of the things that I've found is that my protagonist needs a serious character overhaul. He's not sympathetic in the least at the beginning, and instead of being a complex, multifaceted person ripe for change, he's just a dick. Nobody wants to read about someone like that. So he's going to need a lot of work.
Also, for happy, glowy, heart-fluttering evidence that true love exists — and furthermore, lasts * — go read Wil Wheaton's post on the best thing, ever.
* (I don't doubt it. I have other evidence, sitting in my inbox.)