I'm in the middle of a significant revision of my novel, and one of the joys I'm finding is digging through old notes to ancient drafts that I don't even remember writing. Like this one:
WTF do I do with the giant badger?
A former student and teacher of philosophy, I write a daily stock market/humor column for a major financial organization from my home base north of Austin, Texas. If I find any words lying around after deadline, I stuff them into a novel-in-progress. It turns out that these are usually the wrong words.