Thanks, random Snarkling!

I ended up going with a chicken strip dinner from Sonic. I haven't had one of these in a couple of years, at least, but I remember them being better. I remember great big strips of breaded chicken and gravy thick enough to stand them up in. What I got today was finger-sized chicken fingers with gravy-flavored water. Very disappointing. But I subbed onion rings for French fries, and those were all I anticipated them to be.

Anyway.

Back when I ran my novel's query hook through Miss Snark's crapometer, lo these few months ago, I'd be lying if I said none of the Snarkling feedback crept under my skin. But somebody in there asked a really good question: Why my protagonist? Why would the faeries choose him for world saveage over, say, Sarah Michelle Gellar or David Boreanaz? I dismissed the question at the time, thinking I knew the answer, and so would the asker, if they ever actually read my novel. But the more I pondered the question the less satisfied I was with the answer I had going in.

I think what my subconscious was doing all those weeks that I couldn't seem to force myself to write my novel was coming up with a better answer; and I guess it's a good thing that I didn't keep forging ahead, because the new answer changes pertinear everything. I don't think I quite realized the full impact this new answer would have on the entire novel until this morning. Looks like now I get to go back to the beginning and start all over again...AGAIN.