I've read three manuscripts returned from my Beta readers, and now I'm fifty pages away from completing my final read-through of the book. Perhaps two other readers will get me the manuscript before submission, perhaps not.
I now know why birds push their babies out of the nest. There comes a time when it's time to move on. I expect to submit my files to Lightning Source by this next weekend.
A friend told me the mark of a creative person is when you can't wait to move on to your next project. If that's the case, then I suppose I'm feeling pretty creative right now. Marketing, of course, will take its time, but I can manage that time.
I look forward to the rest of the cold season, me huddled around my laptop, keeping warm, happy within my blankets and my imaginary world. I think I'll buy a pair of those thin cotton gloves and cut off the fingers. I'll get a large cardboard box and put it in my office. I'll crawl in with my blankets, my gloves, my sock hat, my mini laptop. I won't shave. I'll speak in grunts and mono-syllables. My wife will be awed by my creative lifestyle for about three seconds.
I'm a writer, and I've got an idea. Stand back--this might get messy.
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