Thursday, June 3, 2010
I am slammed. So, so, so slammed. Ever feel like that tidal wave of cosmic poo is headed toward you at the speed of light and no matter what kind of poo-waders you wear, you're just going to have to hold your breath and pray? Yeah. I got the oncoming poo. Or actually, I guess I'm STANDING in it AND it's also headed my direction.
Don't you just love a stinky visual? I'm a giver.
Fortunately, I have a wonderful and understanding editor (shh, she reads this thing) who is the sunshine of all things that sparkle. She is the light within the sun itself. She is the green giver of earth, tree hugger of crunchy granola splendor, the gentle doe of communication and the whisper of understanding. She is mystical and mighty, but above all these things, she forgives me (that's a hint, Ms Editor) for all my delays because I am the joy of her heart! *ahem*
And because she loves my current WIP, which always helps to motivate me into writerly action.
(is she still looking?)
So *whistling* I'm off to work on my manuscript... No, really. That is NOT Farscape you hear playing the background....