You know it’s bad when you’re dreaming about revisions. Here’s the dream I had the other night, in comic format – although there was nothing comic about it. Har har.
Nothing comic about that, either.
Okay, the dream already:
The good news is that my agent didn’t hate my revisions. No, she wasn’t thrilled with the new ending, but that’s fixable. Hardly throwing the whole thing in the garbage.
Some days this week I was like this:
On those days I felt pretty good, type-type-typing away. (Actually, for all this, substitute “days” for “nights” because I’m momming it during the day and revising at night, often taking breaks to flip over my little stomach-sleeper.) I tackled new ideas, brainstormed,
wasted spent a lot of time doing the Scrivener tutorial (LOVE Scrivener), and generally felt like a winner.
But there were a couple of days that looked like this:
I think the drawing says enough.
*Plato did not endorse this blog post. He wants absolutely nothing to do with it. He scoffs at my amateur drawings.