This is going to be a short post. From my post last week you know that I had a manuscript to due. LAST WEEK. Well, my editor, at her suggestion, told me I could turn it in the next day, early or late, it didn't matter. I chose late, and I still needed a few hours, so I emailed and asked if I could send it the next morning. She offered Monday. Whee doggies! I was happy. I had shifted some things at the last second and you know what a nightmare that is for the rest of the manuscript. Things need to change everywhere. I switch one thing and realize something else would be better over here. And on and on.
So I've been working like a maniac to get it done. And of course there are the usual interruptions. Ball games. My Girls' Night Out event with Nora Roberts. House cleaning? Nah. Dinner? Take out. Breakfast? Take out. Sleep? What's that? So I just sent the manuscript off as I'm writing this post. Finally. But now I'm tormented over all the things that need to be tighter. My editor said not to worry. We can fix those in edits, but I hate turning in something if I feel like it isn't finished.
Now I wait to see if the developmental editor says the story even makes sense. But at least I can sleep. I think I'll actually change the sheets and sleep in pj's instead of my clothes.