The wife and I have been hard at work for the past month writing a large chunk of our Young Adult novel. Tonight we will not only hit, but will surpass our target.
Tomorrow we will spend the day reading it out-loud, picking apart the beats. Then each of us will lay a thick red pen (or in my wife’s case a pink pen) to the lines for a final edit. Fucking masochistic.
She will then write the book summary.
I will tweak the full novel outline.
We will both pour large tumblers of Bulleit Bourbon, clink glass in celebration, attach all documents to an email, and press sent to our agent. (Hi, Doug. Told you we would have it to you by March 1.)
Monday holds more exciting possibilities that I will divulge early in the week.
Then the great re-write of my novel formerly known as ALPHA HOUSE will begin. Then maybe all of my anxiety nightmares will quiet a bit. They have really been fucking with my REM.
If all goes well, maybe there will even be time for a screening of Zombie Strippers! You have to have a goals.
That’s the latest, slackers. Hope you are having a time this weekend.