My wonderful little time-consuming project is giving me fits.
Fits of skepticism: may have to scale it down. I don't know that I have the time to devote to the original idea, as it would equate to a full-size novel. Yikes.
Fits of glee: Austin and his dad conversing on the phone, in a dialogue that made me laugh out loud to myself in a public setting and cast some doubt as to my mental fitness to any casual observers.
Fits of wistful sighs: trying my hand at effective romance writing. Too effective...getting jealous.
Fits of OCD: edit, re-edit, re-re-edit, re-read, grin...re-edit some more...