Fairlawn #1, aka “Doesn’t She Look Good?” was promised on October 15th . . . and about ten minutes ago, at 8:08 p.m. on Sunday night, I clicked “send” and off it went to my editor.
Now I feel like collapsing. I feel like I’ve run a marathon. This last week has been filled with ten hour days, and I’ve been editing in my sleep. Now I’m so dizzy that I can’t honestly tell you whether the book is good or if it’s pure garbage, but at least it is now out of my hands and into my editors’.
I got tickled watching the word count at the end. The book flirted with the 100,000 number constantly. It’d be 100,300 words, then dip down to 99,9979, then rise up to 100,232, then go down . . . all because I was cutting snippets here, adding snippets there. I think the final word count was just over 100,000. Or maybe it was 99,999. I don’t remember (and right now, I don’t care.)
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go collapse. Tomorrow I’m going to clean off my desk. And then I think I’ll read . . . for fun. Maybe surf the web. Maybe sit outside and breathe the nice fall air . . .
I’m done. Until the next round or revisions, this one from my editors.
P.S. About the photo . . . want to guess who it is? Hint: both guys are novelists. (And the tattoos aren’t permanent.)