Strange Flesh

I'm reworking my original SF novel, formerly titled Male Chicks. I've left it it The Drawer for long enough to return to it with fresh eyes, and discovered it was utter nonsense. A few sessions at the local library with hot chocolate and Discover magazine a printout of my so-called synopsis has resulted in a new and improved outline in which events take place for a reason stronger than the rambling guesswork of a lazy writer.

Today's goal: stop looking at JPGs of Snape for long enough to rewrite a muddled flashback scene from the original chapter 2 into the first scene of the new chapter 1.

ETA: Accomplished! No thanks to ashamel :-)

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Frank is singing in the bathtub again.