Why is it that during a rewrite you realise that if you’d only done it this way in the first place you wouldn’t be sitting inside on a bank holiday weekend.

Of course, if Symington Byrd had told me in the first place he needed to witness this murder, not hear about it second hand… *SIGH*

It’s at times like this I realise that “Six Characters in Search of An Author” by Luigi Pirandello is autobiographical.