I suppose I’m feeling slightly less murderous, but still rather unstable if you want to know the truth of the matter. This is most likely due to my current state of never ending revisions for PwF though. Honestly, this is new to me. Typically I finish a novel, go through it a time or two, then start edits with my publisher. This time, it’s all on me. Well, um, hello! If it’s up to me, it will never be ready. Ever. Never. Ever. I change 8983749093847 things every time I read it. I really don’t know what this ‘polished’ nonsense is all about. Do any of us ever think anything is polished? I think this will be the last time I pour through it, then I shall hand it over to my friend/editor/guardian angel and see what she comes back with. I’m not a perfectionist, oh no. Not by any stretch of the imagination could I be called a perfectionist, but damn, there’s always a better way to say something, or phrase something.
Anywho –
Yesterday was a teacher’s planning day here so I stayed home with my son and we went shopping, out to lunch and decorated pumpkins. I say decorated because we painted them. Mine, oh my poor pumpkin. It looks like someone spilt some paint all over it. It’s very sad. Cam’s is pretty good. He’s artsy. Me? Well, I can’t draw a straight line. No, I really can’t because I shake too much. I could never cut a straight line either and would always get in trouble for it, which I hope we can all agree now, was a stupid thing to get in trouble for. I’ve inserted pics below. I’m sure you can guess which one’s mine. -_-
Sadly I didn’t get him. But, now you have that song stuck in your head too. Bwahhahhahhha *evil laugh*
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