Down a rabbit hole full of bone buttons.
That’s where this sly, old fox sent her OCD yesterday.
Returning to work on The Hushing Days, I knew that my Obsessive and Compulsive twins would again feast on Chapter One.
So, when my new approach to the 90K+ manuscript had me stumbling over an 18th century button question, I set my OCD beasts loose down that rabbit hole.
Meanwhile, the saner parts of me hacked off unnecessaries from the final draft.
Us, crazy folk, need workable.