I am FINISHED with the big rewrite! FINISHED! FINISHED! So finished that I am writing on this blog without a care in the world. So finished that I got this cupcake to celebrate the Divine Finished-ness of the Rewrite.
How happy am I to be done with the big rewrite? So happy that after dinner, I actually took a moment and did a Rewrite Happy Dance, which involved spindly limbs waving in the air to Morris Day and the Time’s "Jerk Out."
Yeah, I’m going to just let you take a minute to get a good mental picture of that.
Of course (and I’m sure this will make you laugh out loud, because it is the very textbook definition of "irony," not ten minutes before I was finished with the BIG REWRITE and getting ready to send it off, I got this call from my OTHER editor, saying that the almost-final version of the novel is done, and that I’m going to be getting that in the UPS tomorrow or the next day, and could I please have the final edits done by the 23rd?
I know— it’s the total "finish line fakeout" moment. You’re almost done…..aaand you’re not done at all.
That’s ok, though– because two things. For one, you are never, never allowed to complain that you have too many editors calling you, because then people are all like "Cry me a river, wah wah wah," and I totally get that. I am lucky to sell books and have people read them and tell me they like them, dude. And, the other thing is, as I’m sure we all know by now, I start to kind of bug out when I don’t have alot going on. So, I guess it’s good that I know myself, and that my time seems to fill itself up so that I don’t have a chance to get myself in too much trouble.
That was a mighty fine cupcake, though.