A few months later, with trembling fingers, I
hit «send» and delivered my 100,000 + word manuscript to Thomas Nelson, where my talented and longsuffering editor took one look at it and said, «can you
trim this down a
bit?»
Perhaps a
bit of
trimming may have been in order, as a story this devoid of substance doesn't require a nearly two - hour run time, especially when there are at least two unnecessary and largely unfunny subplots (anything having to do with the skip tracer and the hitmen brings the comic momentum to a screeching halt) that continue to rear their ugly heads just when the comedy begins to
hit something close to a stride.