I have a hit list of scenes that have to go, and another (even longer) list of scenes that I have to add.
And my editor, who in real life is much prettier than John Belushi, is saying this:
And I'm all like, well, damn, I guess the fun's over.
It will be okay. I'm excited actually. Once the weeping and gnashing of teeth subsides, there's a pretty good book hiding in there somewhere and I will find it. Now you'll have to excuse me, I think the bathtub needs waxing.