That’s going to get me some weird Google hits.
My husband pointed out this morning that you can always tell where I’ve been working on my laptop during the day because there is at least one bra and one pair of shoes discarded there. I really hate bras. I’m not much of a shoe fan, either. So whenever I sit down, the first thing I do is shed both. So if one wants to see where I’ve been spending the most time in my house, just look for the bra.
I’m still deep in edits. My deadline is looming. This third revision is taking me longer than I initially thought it would. Plus, I’ve rewritten the end three times, but it looks like it needs one more go. One day, long after the book has run its course, I’ll post them all my web site, like the alternate endings to a movie on DVD. Heh.
My internal monologue goes a little like this, these days…
“Oh my god, why did she just say that?” *delete, rewrite*
“Hmm…this paragraph should go up here, not down there.” *moves para*
“What the hell was I thinking!?!” *delete, rewrite*
“Uhm, yeah, I used the word ‘silk’ in some variation fifteen times on this page.” *delete, gets out Thesaurus*
“That, that…that…what is this love affair I have with the word ‘that’?” *delete, rewrite*
“This sex scene needs more spice.” *delete, rewrite*
And so it goes.
Back to the depths of my revision.