procrastinating...
Tonight's my last class at the CCAE, and Cheryl and Allan's last night in town. Although I've enjoyed the classes and having Cheryl and Allan around, I'm looking forward to some quiet, winding down time, followed by a couple of days to focus on my revisions.
The editor I've been corresponding with says it's okay for me to submit the requested revisions past their cut off date, but I'm antsy about sending in after it anyway. I know that getting a letter back with suggestions and an invite to resubmit a manuscript is great news, but it's also nerve-wracking news. The annoying little voice that lives somewhere under my spleen has been chanting, 'Don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this up,' and now that I'm so close to the actual sending in, it's getting louder...
On the upside, revising is a creative, though exhausting, process. I've had to rewrite whole sections to accomodate a lower word count, but I'm enjoying the challenge. I know that sounds older-athlete-dorky, but it's true. And anything is better than publisher/marketing research.
I've also just about finished the revisions on another manuscript, and hope to send it off next week. Perhaps this revision request is the start of a run of luck...
Anyway, I'm procrastinating (about the only time I ever remember to write here). I'm supposed to be exercising, tidying up, and sorting out something for my class just now, then heading into Harvard Square to meet Joe and the others. Given the time, I think I may have to forgo the exercise yet again (always the way when we have guests), and bribe myself into it (with a bath) tonight/tomorrow.
The editor I've been corresponding with says it's okay for me to submit the requested revisions past their cut off date, but I'm antsy about sending in after it anyway. I know that getting a letter back with suggestions and an invite to resubmit a manuscript is great news, but it's also nerve-wracking news. The annoying little voice that lives somewhere under my spleen has been chanting, 'Don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this up,' and now that I'm so close to the actual sending in, it's getting louder...
On the upside, revising is a creative, though exhausting, process. I've had to rewrite whole sections to accomodate a lower word count, but I'm enjoying the challenge. I know that sounds older-athlete-dorky, but it's true. And anything is better than publisher/marketing research.
I've also just about finished the revisions on another manuscript, and hope to send it off next week. Perhaps this revision request is the start of a run of luck...
Anyway, I'm procrastinating (about the only time I ever remember to write here). I'm supposed to be exercising, tidying up, and sorting out something for my class just now, then heading into Harvard Square to meet Joe and the others. Given the time, I think I may have to forgo the exercise yet again (always the way when we have guests), and bribe myself into it (with a bath) tonight/tomorrow.