What Is That Scary Music?
I sent my complete manuscript for Seeing Love Clearly off to the agent who requested it. Cross your crossables!
This has been an absolutely crazy month since she requested the “full”. She asked on May 31st and I sent it today – just shy of a month. If you will recall, I easily had to rewrite the last 1/2 of the book since the Sisters and I tore it apart. I naively thought most of the original would easily be cut and pasted into the new incarnation. Silly, silly writer. There was no such luck. But now it’s much better than it was: funnier, better conflict, etc.
I was so excited about sending Thomas and Francesca off today. It was with real glee that I shoved them in the bulk mail drop at the Post Office. I have really grown to hate those people.
Remind me the next time I write a full length novel to pick easier names to type. Names like Sam and Lou. Francesca’s brother’s name is Christian and I can’t tell you how many times I wrote Christina. I had to to a Find/Replace of the complete manuscript to make sure I got all of the typos.
Even though I talk a tough game, Ava and Kelli will tell you I’ve been a basket case. The pressure of writing FAST and then sending off my baby in a box to far away places to people who may or may not love them as much as I do…it’s nerve wracking. It’s like I sent Thomas and Francesca off to sleep away camp. I hope the other campers aren’t mean to them. I hope they make friends.
And then the minute you think of teenagers in sleep away camp the next horrifying thought leads to right to slasher movies. Jason Voorhees, you stay away from my babies!
And now that I’ve got that terrifying metaphor in my head, I’m going to roll up in the fetal position under my desk and pray the agent doesn’t take a
butcher knife to Francesca and Thomas.
If you two hear a strange noise outside, I strictly forbid you to split up and look for the source of the noise. And, Francesca, no taking your shirt off. It’s always the sluts that go first.
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