Next week I’m starting this whole new routine where I write till my fingers fall off. Or maybe till just seconds before they fall off, so I still have fingers for tomorrow. Basically, I’m going to be writing. Every single day.
What I’m writing is the most favorite thing I’ve ever written. I’ve never loved a manuscript this much. I’ve never *felt* a manuscript this much.
It’s due to my editor Feb. 1.
I want to give my agent time with it, so he’s getting it for a New Year’s present.
That’s about two months from now. Count the days and tell me I can do it.
Plans for next week? Large blocks of writing time, sans internet. Mochas galore to help keep the energy up. A Twitter hiatus, to be announced soon, but you may have heard hints of it, and typing, lots of it, pages, lots of them.
Hey, did I ever show you the “book gift” my mom got me when DANI NOIR came out? She said that every time I publish a book, she’ll get me a special present to commemorate it. She’s wonderful, I love her so much! This is the book gift that spoke to her this time:
It hangs low, resting near my heart. I think I’ll wear it on Monday.