It's been a long time coming. And it's not here yet.
As is often the case, the story I can hear in my head doesn't quite get to the page in the same form. But it will.
But, as can be seen, it's a painful exercise. For the other pair of eyes - and blue pen - as well as for me, the hapless writer. There are some parts of this story that were only clear to the writer of same. As such, readers were on their own. And that won't do.
However, it's not all bad, or not as bad as the marks on the page above suggest. As can be seen from the second photo - parts of the story as written are likely to survive.
It's a humbling experience. And humility isn't my strong suit.
To keep from despairing, I'm also in the process of hammering my second novel into shape. Ever the optimist, that's me.