No writing for me today. Instead, I edited the last 60k of an original novel that has been giving me headaches for months. My editor didn't seem to think it was as bad as I thought, but I disagree. I'll be glad to be done with it. I won't be glad when I have to read the damn thing again when I get the galley.
There are going to be Outlander Funko Pop dolls! I want Jamie, Claire, and Dougal sooooo badly. I can do without Frank and Black Jack, the former because he's boring as hell, the latter because he's creepy.
Otherwise, I've been hiding from the world. It's been a crappy couple of days, mostly because it's that time of the month and this month has been KILLER. The weekend can't come soon enough.
