I’m here, just trying to adjust to the Daylight Saving’s change. I’m one of those people who takes at least a week to acclimate. I really see no point in this since we have to turn our lights on in the morning now, anyway.
But we train our minds to awaken at certain times in the morning. Knowing that time will be wrong, has me waking up several times during the night to check the clock.
So, I’m tired.
I’m also in the final countdown to pitching my book this weekend to an agent. I’m anxious about it but a lot of that is because I still have to make up business cards and get the actual pitch down. Whittling a 100,000 word manuscript down to three to five sentences is harder than it sounds.
I’ve done this before–years ago when I was trying to market my book length work–and I remember being even more nervous then. I even had to tell an editor in one line what my book was about over the phone!
I’m still nervous, but in a completely different way this time. I believe in this book much more than I did in the others. I want it this time in a way I couldn’t have before. I’ve worked through really difficult times to get to this place again in this career I want.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not putting all this into one pitch to an agent. There’s a very real possibility she won’t be interested and that’s okay. But this opportunity fired me up to see how fast I can write a first draft and I couldn’t feel more like snoopy dancing.
But… I’m writing something that yes, has been a lot of hard work, but I also enjoyed writing it.
Only the first draft will be complete, but I’m already itching to jump in on the rewrites because I have all these great ideas for layering flavor and character.
You should see the comment section on the side of my manuscript! (And no, Heather, I don’t use pink either. <g>)
So, in addition to slamming out the last couple of chapters this week, I’m also trying very, very hard not to catch whatever has laid my daughter flat this week. As usual, her timing is impeccable. I simply can’t miss the OKRWA meeting this month.
But I feel so sorry for her–I heard her coughing most of the night so actually caved and gave her a little Nyquil. She’s nearly sixteen. That stuff works. Too well, which is why I hesitated in the past. But she needed to sleep.
Now, she hasn’t made a sound in two hours. I know because I keep going upstairs to check on her. <g>