I feel very unaccomplished today, but I know that's just a state of mind. A lot got done.
And... once the marching band finishes, it's back to a novella for me. Tough to finish this one, though, because I first drafted it before world-grief really took hold. All the things I was pouring into it then feel very small right now.
I don't usually do full rewrites, but this might be an exception. It feels bizarrely "twee" for a post-coronal mass ejection murder mystery with ghosts.
