*Dead* tired.

The manuscript, bless its black little heart, is off to the agent. In a fit of … something. Efficiency? Editor/agent-inspired panic? I rewrote the section of the book I thought was weak, and now I’m very *very* pleased with the results and extremely happy with the novel overall. Not that I wasn’t happy with it before, but I’m much *happier* now. *beam*

Let’s hear it for rewrites jacking up the wordcount:

ytd wordcount: 197,000

I would go die of exhaustion now if I didn’t have a billion trillion million things to do prior to going to Laura’s wedding. For example: laundry.

*goes to do laundry*

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