Nothing like a swift kick in the ass...
...to get me writing again. That's right, there are a few eggs in the basket (again). And let's just fill this post full of more cliches than you thought possible, a few of the irons might be hot, so I have to get a move on. And write.
And write.
So, please forgive me if I keep my mouth shut (or fingers reserved for the manuscript) so that I can finish rewrites, incorporate these absent plots, and polish this novel up for submission! And hell, you KNOW I'll have a lot of bitching and moaning to catch up on when I finally type THE END (again) and send it off. Then (can't you wait?), you can hear me bit nails and wonder about how bad the novel really is.
So, wish me speedy typing fingers and a helpful muse and I'll see you all in a few days (if I survive)!
And write.
So, please forgive me if I keep my mouth shut (or fingers reserved for the manuscript) so that I can finish rewrites, incorporate these absent plots, and polish this novel up for submission! And hell, you KNOW I'll have a lot of bitching and moaning to catch up on when I finally type THE END (again) and send it off. Then (can't you wait?), you can hear me bit nails and wonder about how bad the novel really is.
So, wish me speedy typing fingers and a helpful muse and I'll see you all in a few days (if I survive)!
