Yay, my writer's group!

I gave them Easter Lilies because I was so frustrated with the durn thing I was ready to chuck it out the window. And, like the fabulous, marvelous, creative people they are, they said, "Nonono, it's not ready to chuck out the window yet, yes, we see that there are problems, here are some *useful questions* to ask yourself."

I haven't tackled the rewrite yet because I am fighting off the mighty "it's raining outside why don't you just have a nice nap" beast and I'm losing - but.

Maybe I can rescue that story yet. And shave it. And paint it purple and put a little bow on its tail. Or something.

Durn story.