So, there’s something I need to get off my chest. I sent my baby off to a new editor this week. That’s right. My prequel is getting a new set of eyes, and I have been on tenterhooks since I hit the send button. For those thinking I’m crazy: think of it like a blind date. No idea what to expect. Is it going to be fun? Is it going to end up being some weirdo you’re stuck with until the meal’s over? Is it going to end up with you being thrown out of a speeding car into a ditch, bleeding out?
And yes, those are the thoughts going through my head! Is he going to get the point of the story? Is he going to ruin my voice? Enhance it? Is he going to rip out something important? Tell me something is missing? Is he going to tell me it’s got potential? Is he going to tell me I suck?
I know I’m stressing, and it might be unfounded. But I spent over 10 months on it. I can’t not stress. Know what I mean?
Anyway, apart from my nonstop internal banshee howls, not much is going on right now. I’m nerding out as per usual and driving my friends crazy. Still trying to write that short story…
Turns out I was right: not my forte. That won’t stop me from trying to finish it, though!
All right, that’s enough outta me. I’m going to drown myself in fruits!