"I thought you said it needed a line-editing pass!"
"Well, have you done it yet? I thought it was pretty close to being finished. You know, many perfectly good stories have been ruined by their fourth and fifth drafts."
This Saturday I'll be making BPAL-scented soap with a friend, and road-tripping to Santa Cruz, but Sunday is free and clear for Holmes-ing. Alas, our soap-making will not be preceded by a daring midnight raid on liposuction dumpsters, nor by macho posturing with lye. Since this is my first time, there will be no lye at all. But it should involve a lot of sniffing and squeeing.