Sorry to have been so quiet lately…
I have a sore throat. No, really, I do. I went to a new dentist yesterday and I’ve had a sore throat ever since. Coincidence? Probably. The new dental building was state-of-the-art and everyone was so pleasant and professional. Best part: it’s right down the street.
But that’s not the reason for having a blog-post-less week.
I’ve been wrestling with revisions on the latest manuscript. Not “wrestling with revisions” as in doing them, but wrestling with whether or not to do them at all. My previous 39 books required no revisions. But this is a different series, something new, and I wrote the wrong kind of book. The revisions are massive and will be time-consuming, which will throw the next two deadlines out the window.
Since Friday I’ve been fluctuating between diva hissy fits, writing exhaustion, old age exhaustion and the horrifying thought of turning down cold, hard cash and walking away.
Banjo Man voted for the last bit, the one about walking away.
As of yesterday afternoon, I’ve set aside the hissy fits and the self-pity and took a lot of naps and eventually–after much soul-searching–decided to do the work. I will pass GO–eventually, after massive rewrites–and collect my figurative $200.
And when that happens I am going to buy the fanciest damn pair of Western boots that I can find, either brand new in a real store or a vintage pair on Etsy or Ebay.
By the way, over on the Pioneer Woman blog, she is giving away two pairs of boots every day between now and Christmas. All you have to do is leave a comment. Go for it!!!!