Some how, it got to be Friday. And I’m not ready for it! No. No. No! (pouting after my tantrum) I had an eclectic week before vacation, starting with my last personal rewrite of Madison III before I show it to my editor for the first time, and ending with beginning a second, admittedly light, editorial rewrite for Hollows VIII before it goes to copy edit. Sandwich in between a heavy dose of computer drama, a serial killer (now caught and killed by police), and an arsonist (still at large) within a thirty miles of my doorstep, and yeah, it’s been a pretty eventful week.
But what’s got me pouting and saying I don’t want to go on vacation is . . . sigh . . . the Hollows. See, the production schedule needs at least the first chapter rewritten before I go. Not a problem. I started on it yesterday, and today I’ll go over it one more time and probably slip into the next chapter before I close it out. The problem is that the issues I need to address have lodged themselves into my brain. I’ve started to think about them, see how the additions I need to make are sending fingers of response into the entire story, and damn it, I want to fix them NOW!
And now I have to go on vacation.
(grin) And this is okay, because it’s the way I’ve been living my life for the last decade or so. Writerus Interuptus. The story will wait, because the family will not. But you can bet that Rachel, Ivy, and Jenks will be in the back of my thoughts the entire time.
I’ll be keeping up the drama box while gone, but as you can imagine, it’s going to be a little different. ;-) Okay, kids! Everybody in the van! Road trip!