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Another milestone 10/5/2005 12:58:46 AM
Thoughts after finishing a marathon (of revisions on a book here, not anything that involves getting out of desk chair). Hello Gentle Readers,
Here I am, and it's not even Monday or Tuesday morning. Yes, you're reading it right. I'm doing my blog again, second time in one week. Gotta love that.
The reason I'm here? I just yesterday finished a 23 hour marathon of revising my manuscript for Zebra. I did sleep about three hours, though so at least I prefaced my run with a little sleep.
The truth was. I don't care for crunching it all in like that. I like to go slow and steady, if I can. But that I had to do it that way. I was close to getting overdue with turning in my manuscript and I was afraid my editor would never want to work with me again. That and I really didn't want to make her job any harder.
I know that's a bizarre attitude for an author to have, but as it happens, I really like my editor. She does a terrific job, and I know she works hard. And hey, if you're new to writing, you have to understand, not everything's about you.
(I stole that line from my x file dvd, btw, the episode called Never Again. Heh, heh.)
Anyway, the story is that after sleeping from eight-thirty until midnight on Monday, I woke up and went immediately to work. Fixing this, replacing that. Making the story better, stronger, I think.
That's not to say it's done. I'm sure my editor will see holes or have comments, (that I hope won't start with 'this is really crappy,'). Either way, I will work to fix what she thinks is broken.
For the first few hours though, after I printed it up, and then drove to Fed ex office in the rain, I have to say that I still had that 'honeymoon' blissful feeling you get when you finish something you think is really good. Okay, I wouldn't ordinarly say anything I write is really good. I believe my exact words were, ah, Hey! It doesn't suck!
Yeah, I know, such confidence.
Anyway, I emailed my editor and she gave me an 'awright!' and that was that. Now comes the sitting on pins and needles part. Will she like it? Will she pitch it back to me in a tyvex wrapped rocket blast?
She once told me as punishement for no cover sheet she would pitch it down 16 flights of stairs, one page at a time. She was kidding. She was kidding. We had a good laugh over that. Well, I did when I realized she was kidding. I'm a little slow at times.
On top of finishing the revisions yesterday, I went to the doctor.
Good news. My sugars are fine. My vitals are fine. My lab is fine.
Bad news. I gained even more weight. This is the heaviest I've ever been. Time to buckle down. Time to either go back to weight watchers or do something. I'm just sick about it. No more bread. No more fast food. Back to the treadmill and wellness center. Back to icky salads and gallons of water. I hate water. (That's the stuff we give to the animals because they can't drink diet coke. Grrr.)
My doc is really cool, though. I told her about my problems with hot flashes. We breifly discussed hormone therapy--as in no way, I have enough problems--and decided on pomegranet juice. Okaaaay.
She did prescribe me something for sleep, which is why you see me up at four a.m. blogging so early in the morning. Truth is, I work nights most of the time, which means I can't sleep most nights. And, as an aside, I can't sleep most days either. Three to four hours, I wake up, I feel miserable, and I get nothing accomoplished other than a little intermittant napping and feeling like crap. Yeah. That's a good life.
Pausing for a hot flash here.
I hate hot flashes. How can you be burning up from your chest up and still have cold hands and feet.
So, now I'm going to try to clean my house a little today, (yeah, right) do some laundry, and maybe work just a little bit on my option book. Whoo hoo. It's such an exciting life I lead. Oh, and go to the wellness center. Ugh.
I also have to look for a new office chair. The one I have stinks and if I'm going to be doing any writing more than an hour or so, I'm going to need a better surface to sit on. Ouch. It stinks to get old, I tell ya.
I think I'm going to go work on my newsletter now. We've got lots of time before I have to get the girls to school, go to the pharmacy and clean house.
I hope everyone has a great day. Happy Reading! Pam.
