Things I went back and added today

Editing-wise, I'm on chapter 13 of "Brake Fluid", page 54/112 (single spaced), and I finally crossed the 50,100 word mark. I also keep hopping around through the entire story so I can add-in, or double-check the consistency of a few things.

Things I added in today:

The Jack of Clubs

Smelling food before eating it

White bread instead of multi-grain

Eric Clapton, Louis Armstrong, Simon & Garfunkel, Miranda Lambert, Dierks Bentley, Little Big Town, Travis Tritt, White Town

Birch trees

A simile involving a refrigerator and the phrase "badly-Botoxed-wrinkle"

Many references to karma

A tall-boy beer can

3am, November, a pair of boxers, an old t-shirt & a chipped tooth

A few more 'unspoken rules of riding shotgun' and making sure I haven't repeated any

Making sure the term "charity-case" is sprinkled throughout one character's dialogue


I'm also trying to remember to hyphenate terms like, 'deliciously-evil-Triss-smile', though I know I'll end up doing a search/replace eventually to be 100% sure I've caught them all.

Oh, are there any music-nerds out there? Can you figure out what playlist I'm talking about here? As in,  every artist listed here each has one song with the same common factor.

Any guesses what that common factor is? I'll give you a hint, it's weather related:

I lurch forward and grab her phone off the console. It scares Triss enough that she pulls her hand off my knee. I scroll through the playlists. Different ones for different moods, and right now I want to just wash away the dead air in this car.

One playlist leaps out at me, and I choose it without thinking. One with hundreds of songs. I pick the first title, and hit play, but a few bars in, I click to the next song, ‘cause it’s not quite right. I can’t find what I’m looking for. Garbage, Billie Meyers, Counting Crows, Taylor Swift, Matchbox 20, Collective Soul, Creedence Clearwater, Pink, James Morrison, The Rolling Stones, Eminem, John Mayer, Fat Joe, Dianna Krall, Ashanti, Bif Naked, Mary J Blidge, Dire Straits, Ace of Base, Billy Joel, Dave Mathews. Finally I land on Guns N’ Roses. This one. This will do. It will blast the awkward weight away so I can breathe again.

Triss turns the volume down as soon as the first string of notes from the familiar song scratch through the old speakers.