I just turned in my rewrites for the book formerly known as The Closeout Kings, and I feel like Oskar Schindler. I could have done more. I didn’t do enough. I could have done more. This ring, it could have saved Step’s line of dialogue in chapter ninety-two. I could have kept Randle as the character that drives Kenny to the hospital. This watch, it could have saved that poor state police officer’s nose. His nose!
At least I’m 10 days ahead of deadline. That’s got to count for something, no?