Book update
My baby nuclear Frankenstein has been returned to me by Professor Lupin and Professor McGonagall, and I’m ready to rock and roll on some final revisions before I send it back to the agent who requested the revise and resubmit. (*proverbial fingers crossed*)
Revisions are a funny thing. In that they’re not that funny at all actually, and they end up taking more time and angst than the actual writing of the thing did. This novel has been through so many incarnations, so many slash-and-burn rewrites, that when Professor McGonagall was like, “I think you should add a few things,” which would be another week or two’s worth of work, I was relieved.
Only add? Only another week or two?
That’s nothing. After these last three years wrestling with Landry Park’s severe labor dystocia, I can handle that.
I think.