Revisions on Royal Street are literally underway. How would I describe it? "Walking in a vat of glue" comes to mind. Or Sisyphus, rolling his rock up the hill, only to have it squush (yep, that's a word--thanks, Larry) him on its way back down.
I knew the book's plot was too episodic, but when I first wrote it I was wallowing in a fit of Hurricane Katrina catharsis and feeling homesick for New Orleans. Now, time to put the personal angst aside, let my character DJ tell her story, and work with Stacy the Wonder Editor to get it all right.
It's kind of fun to break a novel down into its tiny parts, figure out what's working and what isn't, start stitching it back together again, and hoping it's not just one big-assed Humpty Dumpty.
From DJ's playlist: "I can saw a woman in two but you won't want to look in the box when I'm through."