Monday. The Mother of All Mondays.
Very early this morning I completed two book projects, over 100,000 words all told, and sent the newly-minted manuscripts to their respective editors. I can't recall ever sending a larger volume of work out on any single day. But it's a huge relief, too. 100,000 words . . . final-draft-ready-and-done.
There is, of course, a long waiting period between the delivery of manuscripts and the publication date. I don't know either at this point. And so, while I'm waiting, I keep writing. I move on to other projects. I oil the keys.
Will I ever deliver 100,000 words again? I hope so. I plan to.
But I might take a brief sabbath, too.
Or, I might read a book. Preferably one written by someone else.
Very early this morning I completed two book projects, over 100,000 words all told, and sent the newly-minted manuscripts to their respective editors. I can't recall ever sending a larger volume of work out on any single day. But it's a huge relief, too. 100,000 words . . . final-draft-ready-and-done.
There is, of course, a long waiting period between the delivery of manuscripts and the publication date. I don't know either at this point. And so, while I'm waiting, I keep writing. I move on to other projects. I oil the keys.
Will I ever deliver 100,000 words again? I hope so. I plan to.
But I might take a brief sabbath, too.
Or, I might read a book. Preferably one written by someone else.
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