Welcome, dear readers.
Alright, where did I leave off last time?…Right! Guido the Killer Pimp…
Anyway, I believe I last left you at the end of a slightly sleep-deprived gush over my critique partners. One has so graciously allowed me to mention her by name (uh, sort of by name). Thank you, Bitchcicle, for every terrible draft of mine you wade through.
Now I come to the true purpose of this post.
At about this time last week, I completed the first part of my evil-month-of-waiting-before-I’m-allowed-to-edit: getting my novel bound.
Like, in a real hardcover book.
I’m more excited than a new puppy. I may have even passed new puppy excitement, bordering on “Game of Thrones Season 4” excitement or quite possibly “Oh my Jesus, NEW SHERLOCK TRAILER” excitement.
It’s quite sad really…
(I’m holding my breath until it shows up. Rest assured, I’ll post pictures like the dork I am)
In 5 to 15 business days, I’ll get to run my fingers over the etched letters on the cover that spell out my name, smell the ink and paper scent of my words, and (le gasp!) see those words on paper. (I never print my novels out, so it’s so spine-tinglingly awesome to see it in print!)
The only bad thing is, once it shows up, I have to wait until September 1st to open it.
* sighs *