Wow, so there's yet *another* thing I can do instead of writing! This place!
I'm 200 pages into a novel, and aside from the opening scene...I'm not sure anything has really happened yet. Killin' me. I gotta disappear the main guy's parents...but all this exposition keeps getting in the way.
I need a writers' group here in Chicago. And I'm not using the word "need" lightly. I'm half-decent, have ideas and chops, and yet I'm...wayward. Muddled.
And it's not as if sitting here and listening to Matthew Ryan is gonna cure any of it.