I don’t know if the book makes any sense at all any more, but I revised…
And then, on my last day of revising, my husband walked in the door and handed me a NEW COMPUTER.
My old one was 5 years old, and falling apart. Literally held together with tape and stickers, and the battery was dead, so I had to save every 2 minutes, lest the power cord fall out (which it did, often) and the computer immediately die. But I refused to replace it until I finished the book.
And now I am typing on a computer that is fast and light and lickity-split!
AND I TURNED THE BOOK IN.
In might be awful. We shall see.