The rewrites for the early chapters continue. Pratt did some major cleanup for one of the ugly sections I wrote and it is actually readable now. It even makes sense. Wow. Writing this book is not the type of project I think I would be able to do alone. It would not have the same feel if left in my hands alone. More characters would live, for example.
Every time I introduce a character that I really like, Pratt demands their blood. He's like some vengeful, evil god that demands human sacrifice.
"He made me laugh. We must kill him!"
"She is interesting. Death to her!"
"I can tell I will like this character. I have written how he will die and it will give you nightmares!"
If anything, the above quotes are understated. And so I continue on, writing and hoping that fictional characters will sate Pratt's bloodlust. I don't want to hear the words: "The coauthor was useful. Off with his head!"
Happy New Year!
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