I have sent my editor into a shrieking fit. If this is not success as a writer, I don’t know what is. :) For the proposal for the next 3 Walker Papers, I sent the final chapter of the 6th book, which I wrote a couple of years ago in a fit of The Idea Has Struck Me And If I Do Not Write It Down Now I Will Lose It Forever. So I wrote it down, and added it to the proposal. My editor just said: OH. MY. GOD!!!!…
SQUEE!
I was cleaning up the living room and got around to opening the envelope from Harlequin that arrived last week. I hadn’t opened it then ’cause I’d assumed it had the quarterly newsletter in it, and I didn’t care that much. I was wrong! SQUEE!
What to do
I have the ENTIRE MONTH of December off!
OMG.
My year from hell has just officially ended. Oh my God. I’m all O.O. I just turned in the copy edits on COYOTE DREAMS, and that is officially the Very Last Thing that I have due until June 2007. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Manuscripts turned in: HEART OF STONE, COYOTE DREAMS, THE PHOENIX LAW, HOUSE OF CARDS, THE QUEEN’S BASTARD Manuscripts revised to editor spec: HEART OF STONE, COYOTE DREAMS, THE PHOENIX LAW Manuscripts copyedited: COYOTE DREAMS, THE PHOENIX LAW Manuscripts line-edited: THE PHOENIX LAW Manuscripts due: NONE! NONE, I TELL YOU! NOTHING!…
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: -cracks up- : did you do the Firefly thing? : You mean, does my butt light up and blink when I’m trying to sexually attract someone? : … Firefly fridge notes (! complete with the occasional nicked doodle, it appears…)