The blank quietness on this blog makes me sad. It just shows how much my brain has been clogged these past weeks (months? has it been months?). I don’t want to say that I made a mistake spending this whole year doing all this ghostwriting, but maybe I made a teensy-tiny mistake? No point arguing over what’s done because, as you may know, it’s soon over. Today was a decent day. It’s Halloween, which is decent in itself—and I didn’t even eat candy corn!—but also I saw that my YA manuscript was transmitted to copyediting. That means it’s officially accepted. It’s done. No more revisions, at least by me, and soon enough I will be paid. I’m sure the copy editor will appreciate my thorough knowledge of Chicago style and proper usage of serial commas. Or not. Either way, it’s out of my ghostly hands and into the world and that’s nice.

I have two more revises due now on other projects, my last two. One imminently—in fact, they expect it tomorrow (they won’t get it tomorrow)—and one November 15. Can it be? Can November 15 be the day I am really and truly done?

Also, for that revision, I am working with a wonderful editor. She actually wrote this to me in an email, can you imagine?

Please take a look and let me know what you think. If you disagree with my comments or edits, please don’t hesitate to tell me so. Ultimately, this is your book and it should read as you want it to.

I never hear that. I am told to do things and I do them, blindly (kicking and screaming only to myself). One of my revises is like that. I want to stick a fork in my eye when I work on it. I might do that tomorrow, in fact, over coffee. So to hear those magic words above, “ultimately, this is your book” and “it should read as you want it to”—my, maybe that’s what real writers hear when they write real books. I want to kiss her.