This is the first story I've ever written with an actual plot. Things happen for reasons. People change. And it is light years better than when I finished the first draft. Almost all of the events have stayed the same, but the details are all different. I added transitions between paragraphs, removed bloat, and added in some humor. I also spent many quality hours with the thesaurus, because left to my own devices I tell a story like a valley girl.
It's taken weeks, far longer than I can afford to spend on a regular basis, but it's a real story.
I feel like Mister Gepetto: it's a real boy! A real boy! Let's just hope I can skip being swallowed by a whale now.
Hold the phone. I just realized the Blue Fairy at the end of the A.I. movie was supposed to be a Pinocchio reference. Because he wanted to be a real boy, get it? I was too busy making fun of the sudden change of tone at the end, "Two thousand years passed..." or whatever they said, to even notice. Or maybe I knew it once and then forgot; I couldn't have been that dense. Anyway. Movie comprehension fail.
Speaking of comprehension, I watched the most recent episode of True Blood and all I have to say is, "Wha?"