Oh, the life of a writer. Whatever! as Ronie would say. This manuscript is killing me. Still have about 10K at add. But I think it's going to be really rich for it. Characters are coming out, as well as character traits and quirks. Love it!
So, yes, Heather, I am blogging. See? Let's have a par-tey! There will be some celebrating when that book contract comes along. See again? That's me thinking positively.
Ok, this is what they call freewriting. Just letting it all hang out. Trouble is, what's hanging out ain't so pretty. Using all those icky words I wouldn't dare use in a manuscript. They've been building up and now the dam has broken. Be warned! Who knows what will show up in this blog.
Yes, I promise it is indeed me writing it. Wacky at the moment. Hey, it's late. What can I say? The fingers take on a life of their own at night. It's a mystery even to me.
This is the result of waiting to hear back from an agent or an editor. I'm learning that word Robin hates so much. Patience. She's gonna kill me for saying it. In the meantime, I'm losing my mind! And sleep.
But you know, I love being a writer. Just the friends I've made and meeting authors, agents and editors that knock your socks off makes the waiting and heartache all worth while.
Well, I'm heading off now. Leaving the area. Turning off the lights. Saying goodnight. Eyes are drooping.
Wham! I think my head hit the keyboard...