I gave myself a goal this weekend of getting my word count to 45,000. And yahoo I did it! I am now 75% of the way through my wip!
Which excites me and frightens me all at the same time. Here's how I feel - Yea, it's almost done! And - It's almost done????? Oh crap!
It's exciting to be almost finished. This will be the first manuscript I've completed that I like (uh, the real first ms I completed is a real disjointed piece of you know what but we don't need to talk about it), so I'm proud of that achievement. But on the flip side, now I have to go back and layer in some stuff, edit the crap, etc. and then submit it.
Oh boy.
And then once it's submitted I have to sit around and wait and wait and wait and hope they won't send me a R. And if I do get the dreaded R, then I hope it's at least one with comments on how to improve.
See how my brain is working? I'm already jumping to the R I'm going to receive and I haven't even completed it yet! I think I just need to take one step at a time and deal with that stuff later.
So I gotta go finish writing a love scene. My two were just about to have a little "Love in a Elevator" (think Aerosmith) but they got interrupted. They've now moved on to a balcony. Whoo-hoo!
