Mood: Good. I've had a couple of really productive days and that always makes me happy.

What I'm Listening To: The Mets game. Playoffs. Woohoo.

So in all of my rewrites, I've had to rethink some things. And some of those things have been written down and planned since I started writing this book, ten months ago. So it's weird and somewhat hard to go back and change them, even when I know I'm doing the right thing.

Anyway, yesterday I was changing the names of some things in the story and thinking up bad things that could happen to people. I'm talking some of the worst things a bad person would do to a good person. And I freaked myself out!

I came up with an idea of what my "bad guys" could do and after I ran the idea by my mom and got a strange look, I thought about it and literally my first words were, "Ew, I'm so gross!"

But I'm thinking that's a good thing, right? I mean, it's supposed to be bad. These aren't nice people, so they should do things that would creep someone out... right? Please tell me I'm not some closet sociopath and don't know it! Really, I'm a nice person. I like to cook and watch sports and recylce and everything!

I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy...

Have a great day everybody.