And as the horns were blaring from all directions and people were giving me the Bad Driver Salute, I was thinking This is going to be a fabulous scene!
So, dear readers, I have my Edit Letter, and it is glorious, and if you see a silver Subaru it's probably best to just keep clear and be ready to hit the brake pedal suddenly. Witness:
All I really wanted to do was print my ms so I could get things going, but somewhere in between hitting PRINT and deciding that hey, a Woodchuck hard cider would go down really well with a pen in my hand, I wandered outside with Her Dogginess, came back inside and realized there was a pile of dishes in the sink, had a phone conversation, and utterly forgot that my tiny, ancient printer could never in a million years house 50 pages on the output tray, let alone 350. I spent the afternoon, not in triumph in my Comfy Chair nibbling thoughtfully on the end of a Bic whilst jotting down brilliant notions on my freshly printed book, but gathering the scattered sections of it and putting them into piles based on page range, like the world's saddest and least successful game of Solitaire.
I can do story logistics or rest-of-my-life logistics, but apparently my brain can only run in one of those gears at a time.
Anyway: Edit Letter. From which I distilled several questions, got several prompt and wise answers, and now I have me a Game Plan. (Yes, I actually called the file that, and I am not ashamed.) And now I have my color-coded scene spreadsheets and my track changes and my sticky notes and my Comfy Chair, and all is gratifyingly crazy in the House of Bai, though I can't remember the last time I cooked an actual meal, and I may have left my glasses in the freezer this morning.
Wish me luck, and avoid me on the road. :D