I intentionally went to bed late last night in the hopes that I would be exhausted enough to fall asleep fast and stay there. It’s that time in my editorial rewrite where I’m feeling as if I should be moving faster, and I’m not, so I tend to lay awake in bed and stew about what comes next. When I break it down and look at what I’m doing, my pace makes sense (lots of new material in the beginning) and I truly am making progress, but when I see the chapter number I’m at, I look at the calendar and cringe. Today is the last of the brand new chapters I have to create for a while, so the rest of the week should be satasfying in terms of page count. I hope so. This is frustrating.
As for the new chapters? I’m liking what I’m seeing. There’s a good base there, but I need to go over them again and add in the small, tiny observations that pull it all together. If it was a cake, I’d have the icing on but not the frosting flowers, the little things your eyes light upon and make you go “ooooo.”
If you put in for a Manic Monday book yesterday, chances are good that you got one or both (if you ordered both) Guy is trying to untangle the mess of having orders on two emails, and will be sending out invoices today and probably tomorrow, so hang tight. :-) He’s got a lot to work through, and I plan on helping him fold boxes and such tonight.