It's full of fertilizer, but it's a pain in the back and several other parts to get it from under the horse to the garden where it belongs.

Unfortunately, there's not much point in getting helpful critiques if I don't then apply them to the WIP. And equally unfortunately, nobody's told me the secret incantation for magically migrating the horse manure of my story into the compost crock of publication.

That metaphor didn't come out quite right. You all probably know what I mean, regardless.

(Why, yes, I am posting in my blog to avoid editing some more? Why do you ask?)