Rewriting cleverly masks itself as revising. Yeah, you heard it here first. Revising, reshmizing. I'm tired and grumpy, BUT I'm done. The revision is fini. I'm gonna think about some of the sweeping changes I incorporated, and, hopefully, not begin another rewrite tomorrow.
I just wanna start writing something else. I actually have something else already started and want to continue. I want to think about different people, different problems.
AND - I can't believe I didn't post something about this earlier - I am officially registered for the RWA National Conference. I cannot wait. My hubby is coming - he's going to go watch the Tennessee Titans in summer camp. I'm excited and nervous. It's my first conference. And, of course, I had to go all the way and book THE largest conference as my first. Hope it doesn't hurt.
Now if Matt Good was playing a show in Nashville, one of the nights (not gala night, though), it'd be perfect.
So, yeah, my butt is numb, my back is sore, my story is reWised (hee-hee) and I'm off to watch some tv with the sprog.
I'm attempting to become published. Sometimes, I