July 16, 2009 -- 3:53 a.m.
Met a boy. Loved a boy. Dumped a boy after he told me he got arrested for propositioning a 13-year-old over the internet (actually, an undercover officer).
Sigh. Needless to say, revision has crawled to a scathing halt. I'm in the "wow, does my book suck" phase.
Going back to Fred, my imaginary boyfriend.
Good for you for dumping; that's so hard. Bummer. And: ick. No wonder you dumped. The Freds of the world are so attractive sometimes in comparison.
Your book does NOT suck. But I know you know that.