Wow, it's been a hot minute since I've updated, hasn't it? Well sit back, grab a Pepsi or your beverage of choice, and let's fill each other in on our shenangians, shall we?
My father is one of the most brillant men I know. So when I have a random question, he and my best friend are the two I turn to. So yesterday, I had an idea and turn to him. "Dad? I need a lightweight metal that could be pre-fabbed and would resist rusting in a rainforest environment. It needs to be able to be kept cool and contained too. Oh, and be elevated off of the ground."
Is it normal to be panicking after submitting your WIP, simultaneously awaiting the delivery of the proof copy yet scared to open it? I told a friend the other day that "I'm happynervousexcitedpanicky. It's a complicated emotion." Pretty sure that still holds true.
Well, the finish line for Volume 1 is in sight. The cover artist is going to try to have her part finished for Christmas. Then I get to go over everything, package it up nice and pretty, and submit. Is this where I can breathe easy now??