My new computer didn’t like being a reprise of Original Lola. She demanded a new name. I suggested Zooey, as in Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger. She seems to like it. Done and done.
I should get started with revisions to novel #2 today, but I am not motivated at all. My life is wearing me down. I feel like an over-used shoe and not a pretty one either; something practical like a brown leather lace-up ankle boot. With holes in the toes. And shredded soles. And tongue rot.