Every writer has one, including me. I promised my fabulous editor at Parker that I’d have the completed manuscript for the second book in my werecheetah series, THE HIVE, in her email by December. Though I can’t recall if she said December 1st or not, I’m making it my deadline.
So that means I’ll be head’s down like the image on the right. Only, no pipe and hopefully not as haggard. Maybe a little crazed in the head, perhaps, but definitely prettier. 😉
I’ve picked and prodded this story more than enough. I’ve come up with things to up the ante and make the prose shine. Thank you, Margie Lawson. Right now, I’m working on the final polish, and then that’s it. No more. In fact, I’m sick to death of it.
Don’t get me wrong. I love this story. I had a fabulous time writing it because I had fun trying things I’ve never tried before. Creature and world-building wise, that is. But given the context of the story, there’s a chance that it might be classified as an urban fantasy with strong romantic elements. Maybe even go so far as a horror romance. To be honest with you, I simply don’t know. So, I’ll leave the classification up to my editor to decide. She’s gonna love that one! 😆
There’s a good chance that I’ll be AWOL on the blog for a while, too. I’d prefer to have the edits done before Thanksgiving, if possible. That will give me plenty of time to start something new that I’ve been mulling over for a while now.
So I close with this question. What do you do when you get sick to death of a story you love?