the wrong person

I realized as I drifted off to sleep last night the reason I’ve been having problems with the scene I’ve been trying to write since this time last month. I caused the wrong person to become ill after the funeral. I had the wrong person fall beneath the psychological affects of this. :grumble: So now I get to go in and rework twenty-two pages. Fun times ahead!!

But at least I got the research completed and now understand plastic bags on a more intimate level than ever before. Right? Right? :smash: