There Is An Ant On My Manuscript

Right now I am sitting on my sofa watching an ant crawling over the print out of Maidens Song I have been editing.  He's scuttling around, randomly checking out words.  I'm thinking of giving him a very small pen so he can get on with this crappy job and give me a break.It's funny how you can be so certain of something only to have it suddenly shoot off in a different direction.

That's a thing people don't realize about writing.  Our stories tend to take on a life of their own, become like old friends.  And just like people they grow and change.  And just like people they can be awkward SOB's who seem to delight in doing whatever they can to annoy you.

Oh well, once more onto the breach dear friends.