I am suffering from a rare and dangerous condition known as The End Euphoria (TEE), more specifically, the romance-associated variety, The End Euphoria-Happily Ever Enough (TEE-HEE). Symptoms include nausea, chest tightness, profoundly diminished attention span, inappropriate and uncharacteristic giggling, and spontaneous outbursts of Spongebob songs.
The Krusty KraYAAAaaaAAAaaaYAAAaaaAAAaab pizza IS the pizzaaaaaaaaaaaa for you and meeHEEheeHEEheeHEEEEEEE!
That’s right, I am as happy as I’m ever going to be with The Nights Before Christmas, and it is in the process of being processed by the outlets from which it will be bought, sold, and processed.
Since I’m tweaking too much to concentrate on writing at the moment, I’m going to bury myself in reading for a while (Kresley Cole, she is calling my name). Once my head is clear, it’s novel time.
Special thanks to Hanina, whose timely words of encouragement kept me motivated during the last round of edits so I could knock them out over the weekend.
Yay!!!!!!
I’m so excited for you. And not just because one day I want to hold Drown in my hot little hands.
Yeah, it’s over now.
Getting it formatted and uploaded everywhere was time-consuming and eye-straining, and upon successful completion, I IMMEDIATELY found a typo, which I can’t fix until the thing has been approved and goes live, and then the waiting for approval will start again…
And in the search for other gaffes, my cute little overused phrases were jumping up and punching me in the face, so I have been returned to my baseline state of ungiddiness, which looks something like this:
It was awesome for a day, though, and I eagerly anticipate experiencing it again when I’m done with The Book.
Ha! I know exactly what you mean. I finish a novel, feel magnificently triumphant, wait a few days (thinking THIS is the best book ever) and then do a read through.
And start frantically fixing/changing/editing. I’ve decided no book is ever really finished.
The problem is, by the time you get to the end, you’re more experienced and therefore better than you were when you started, so what you’ve written previously will NEVER measure up to your current standards.
At some point, you just have to stop, let it go, and NEVER LOOK BACK.
Except, in my case, typos. I can’t blame crappy quality control on an anonymous copyeditor, so I really need to get in there and fix that. Why six different people can’t spot a typo BEFORE it goes public is one of life’s joyous little mysteries.