Poor SMB.
I sort of panicked this weekend when I realized I was running out of time to meet my self-imposed deadline for getting together my query packets. So after editing everything on paper, I started entering all those changes into my computer. But I can’t trust only myself, you know? I needed another set of eyes. So I asked SMB if he could take an hour or so and read chapters one through three, red pen in hand, and point out any mistakes he thought I’d made (On the right, you’ll see what he assumed was my most glaring error. It wasn’t, of course. In my book, God is a woman).
After he finished his first-ever editing attempt, I took over his printer and began printing out packets, while he organized them into piles, making sure synopses, author bios, query letters and packets sample chapters were attached.
I snapped at him several times.
But, we were successful! And I’m excited to say that it’s out of my hands for now. All I can do is hope that this is meant to happen — and sleep. I’d really like to sleep, too…







I strongly question SMB’s boyfriend skills if he thought you calling God, “She,” was a typo. Bad, SMB. I thought you were better than that. Tsk, tsk.
By: P on February 20, 2012
at 11:57 pm
Haha. We’re talking about the same guy who sent two dozen roses to my office on Valentine’s Day and forgot the vase. Poor boy’s still in training.
By: maggieg on February 21, 2012
at 4:46 pm