So this thing happened.  I was encouraged to rip the first Intentions book apart and start over (which was an awesome piece of advice, really).  I’ve been slowly gearing up for a huge rewrite and a lot (and I do mean a lot) of changes, and I’m really excited to be doing it.  (I probably would have actually gotten a lot more done on it, but I ended up coming down with some disgusting respiratory thing that’s left me in a zombie-like state for two weeks now.  I’m finally getting better, though.)  The more I think about the changes that are to be made, the more I think that it’s actually going to be something I can call a decent book, not just a piece of fluff that’s fun to read but easily forgettable.  I was thinking about some of the things I wanted to mess with while I was on my way to work, when suddenly it hit me.

Oh my god.  I’d been completely wrong about one of the characters this entire time.

Now mind you, the things that started to wind through my brain made perfect sense, and I’m thrilled to be doing it.  But, really, couldn’t that character have spoken up sooner?  Geez.

Anyway, I’m slowly getting to work on it.  I have all these really fantastic ideas that I want to play with (not the least of which involves giving Aiden his balls back) and I’m not pressuring myself with a deadline.  Slow and easy, and hopefully I’ll be able to schedule in time to work every night before I go to bed.  Because, believe it or not, I really would like to finish this.  I’m quite fond of this story.

Oh, and on a side note?  Scrivener is a fucking awesome, useful bit of programming.