It’s true. I’ve finished the first draft of WALKING DISASTER. What the crap? You say. Why do we have to wait until next year? I know! Trust me, I know. I am just as anxious for you to read it!
A completed first draft is not the same thing as a finished novel. I have revisions, and then I submit, and that’s when the real work begins. Not to mention production, distribution, etc. It takes some time. If you’re anything like me, patience is not something you want to exercise, but I know what my readers expect, and more importantly, what they deserve. I won’t settle for anything less than you to walking away from these two books with your hair all a mess, dark circles under your eyes, and a deep, cleansing breath saying, “Damn. That was good.”
In summation, I FEEL YOUR PAIN! I hate waiting for things! I don’t like waiting until November for Breaking Dawn II or the Catching Fire movie, or the casting news for Fifty Shades of Grey. I loathe waiting! But when it gets here, when the day finally arrives, it’s so much sweeter. I want WALKING DISASTER to be this for you! And, as we all know, Travis is worth the wait!
In other news, my oldest spawn’s birthday is today. Officially a teenager, OS is set for a big blowout of a night. I am hugely pregnant, emotional, and blubbering over baby pictures. It’s not fair. I remember giving birth. I remember bringing OS home from the hospital, and thanking God that I had decided to carry my newborn inside, because the second I sat down the empty baby carrier, my stupid but lovable Shih Tzu jumped inside. I reflect on whether or not I’ve been a good mother, if my choices will affect her down the road, hoping that no matter the answer I’ll only improve as a parent a little more each day. Because OS, my first born, and one of the four great loves of my life, deserves nothing less.
Yep. I’m going to go cry now.
Ribbons, disco balls, and Kleenex,