Thickest brush behind me

The first five or six pages of my novels are always uniquely dispiriting (not to mention brainbusting). That's perhaps because they tend to be big on description and low on dialogue, and I find the latter much easier than the former - both to write and edit. But I'm up to page 11 of Truck Me now and things have evened out. The pages no longer look like a stabbing murder (perhaps just a bare-knuckled boxing match).

From the Asylum replied this morning - 'Level Two' is stuck in a backlog (as I had suspected) so it's anyone's guess how long a reply will take from here.

I notice also that this is my 100th diary post. Gotta get excited about something!