The book, sir. She is ded.
I’ve finally sent off the first draft of Flesh Circus (working title for the fourth Jill Kismet book) to the editor and agent. It will need a little more help and cajoling since my beta is swamped and can’t look at it, and frankly I’m glad to have the fucking thing off my desktop and in someone else’s inbox. Now I can forget about it and spend November:
1. writing two short stories
2. knocking out draft zero of Book 2 of the YA trilogy
3. doing proof pages etc. of book 1 of the YA trilogy
Oh, lord. Three little things they look like. But appearances are deceiving. That’s a ton of work. My reward for finishing work is going to be…
…more work.
*cries for a moment*
But yanno, I did this to myself, and of all the problems to have I prefer this one than the problem of not have ANY work. Go figure.
But, either way…I’m taking tomorrow off. I think I’ve earned it. My brain feels done herniated.
*stares at screen for a little while, slackjawed*
I’m taking tonight off too. Guh. Time to play some stupid video games and watch some bad movies.
Catch you on the flip side, Readers!
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