After five straight days of editing things inevitably start to fall apart. Our children start to hate us, our houses look like someone bombed them with toys and cookie crumbs and our yoga pants start to develop a very distinct odor. Life isn't pretty in LiLa land at this stage of the game and it's usually right around this time where we start to turn on each other...
Lisa: There's something wrong with the big reveals. They don't feel big.
Lisa: Hello? Are you there? The book sucks. It's not working.
Laura: We can't do anything about it. Maybe they're not reveals anymore, more like putting puzzle pieces together. It's still totally satisfying.
Laura: Did you hear me?
Lisa: Yeah, I heard you, I just think it's stupid.
[Kids begin wrestling and screaming at the top of their lungs for ice cream. Lisa locks herself in the nearest closet.]
Laura: Well, fixing that particular issue would require rewriting the entire book. We'd have to change alliances, destroy friendships.
Lisa: What's that noise? Are you crying or did you just turn on Strawberry Shortcake again for Lydia?
Laura: *sniffles* Both.
Lisa: Pull it together. [Sounds of battling children escalate to the point where there's a 50/50 chance that the neighbors have already called child services.] I gotta go.
20 minutes later....
Laura: I've got it! We can tone down the flashback, make it less obvious. Then it's still a surprise.
Lisa: Holy shit. That totally works. You're a genius.
Laura: I know.
Lisa: I love you.
Laura: I know.
Lisa: Also I'm 99% sure Ken is going to divorce me by the time this book hits the shelves.
Laura: You are not moving in with me.
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