I just finished my book edits today and was so surprised by how it felt to be done. I expected joy. Pride. Maybe even tears for what an exhausting and emotional trip it’s been. But I just feel numb and edgy. These were hard, hard edits, and they brought me about as low as I can go. I had to dig deeper than ever to find the stamina and the belief in myself. And when I didn’t have it in me, I borrowed heavily from my most amazing agent, who really did save me from giving up.
Anyway, I’m going to leave LitPark down for one more week, though I’ll be floating around in the comments section again. We decorated the Christmas tree today, and I bought makings for a gingerbread house. I just want to slow down this week and spend time with my family.
Next week’s guest will be well worth the wait!