Last night, I sent the “final” version of Creepy Faces to my magnificent beta readers, round one.
(I put “final” in quotes because this will be the first time I’ve had people actually critiquing the manuscript, which means it is far, FAR from being finished.)
(But it is 65,000 words of CREEPY GOODNESS, so. I iz excited.)
And then, this afternoon, I sent back the FINAL version of Shadows to my publisher. And I really do mean FINAL, because after I’ve read through the thing 25+ times and my first agent did several rounds of revisions with me and then two editors at Compass did revisions and then I read through the whole dadgum thing AGAIN, well, if it’s not ready, then I GIVE UP.
So basically, both manuscripts? Are out of my hands. Which means I have nothing to work on right now.
But that’s probably a good thing, because work is a madhouse and I feel like I’m constantly being attacked by questions and papers and emails and
rabid chipmunks other things, and basically I’ve given up trying to look nice at work because I’m 30 weeks pregnant and my clothes fit me weird and I’ve run almost completely out of makeup but for some reason, inexplicably, I find it IMPOSSIBLE to go to the Target and LO, BUY MORE MAKEUP.
But anyway, like I was saying, there is no writing to be done at this moment in time.
I shall rest. And I shall focus on fixing up the house that WE CLOSED ON!!
What’s going on with you? Tell me. I want to know. Leave me a comment. DO IT. Sorry, that was forceful. DO IT PLEASE.
Much better, right? 🙂