And today’s word of the day is . . .

. . . contrived.

Because that’s what this story now feels like to me; not just today’s writing, but all of it.

I want to believe this is just a temporary drop in excitement — perhaps a very-late-breaking symptom of last week’s illness, or maybe the heavily overcast day — but it’s pulling steadily at me, telling me that I’ve just written nearly 200 pages of over-wrought, over-plotted, over-explained, over-ness.


Somebody clearly needs some sleep.