You might have thought it was the Masters at Augusta, or wherever they hold it.
After the twelfth and hopefully final edit of my new novel, I found yet another plot hole. That makes about twenty I've discovered and dealt with. I know I could edit it for the rest of my life and still not be satisfied, but after all those times one might think that even my ant's brain would have spotted the most elemental cavern into which my novel was plunging.
Ergo, edit thirteen beginning now.
And there was me thinking I'd be publishing in January - fat chance.
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