Inlanders by Stephen Reese

This weekend the only living creatures I interacted with outside the interwebs were the Mom (it being her day, on Sunday) and the cat (it being her day, every day). The rest of the time I read, slept and starting picking away at the rewrite.

- deleted one of the two introductory quotations

- rewrote the opening and closing lines of the manuscript

- played around with the final three paragraphs

I’m thinking I’ll rewrite from the last chapter backward, or perhaps start with the outlying chapters (1 and 12) and work my way inland (har har).

Let the games begin.

- Stephen Reese