moving on…or not

So this morning my husband left with my four year old son to start a camping trip.  That leaves just me and my kindergarten daughter to hold down the fort.  Oh, and lest I forget the idiot dog.  I know I feel much safer knowing the four-legged-moron is here to bark at every butterfly and snail in the yard.  Anyway, the point is, I hope to get a lot of work done.  Only the frustrating thing is that the Sisters have pulled me away from a really juicy, plot thickening scene in book 2 and are forcing me into yet another round of revisions to book 1 in their Nazi like quest for perfection.  I know the Sisters are right, but to be honest, I’m really kind of sick of those people.  Not the Sisters, the characters from that book.  They’ve done their thing and now I kind of just want them to go live their lives and leave me alone for a bit.  I really want to just sell it and be done with it.  It’s a great story and I’m very proud of it, but enough already.  Ya know?