Why is it that as soon as you hand a MS to a reader, you get your best ideas for the story and you want to snatch it out of their hands and make them wait for the results of the next round of revisions? Don't get me wrong; I'm grateful for the ideas, but still. There is always a version of the story that I like more than whatever version of it people are actually reading. Maddening.
Also: Tristram Shandy, day 22 (I think): Our narrator has finally been born, though he has yet to appear in a scene. He's been talked about quite a bit, though. His mother remains cloistered in her chamber, just as she's been the entire book. His father and uncle Toby have spent the majority of their time in the parlor, though Mister Shandy did take a walk down to the fish ponds when he heard the sad news that his son was named Tristram by mistake; he was intending to call him Trismagistus after the famous alchemist. Damn that Susanna and her poor short-term memory. Uncle Toby has sent for preacher Yorick, who baptised Tristram, to see what can be done about it. Mister Shandy expresses little in the way of hope.