The final countdown. . .
(It is totally okay if the lyrics to that song just popped into your head. I'm humming it while I type.)
In seven days I will email my first full manuscript to a literary agent who is interested in it. November first. It is a self-imposed deadline, but a deadline none-the-less.
So one more week of over-zealous editing, tears, and no clean dishes. One more week of hoping I'm good enough and fearing I'm not.
And then I quit.
Kidding. But I am going to take a few days off. And naps. Lots of naps.
And chocolate.
