It’s the end of a very long day, and I get to do it all over again tomorrow. I’m consoling myself, however, with several things: one is the good news from my editor this evening that officially, the book is in the hands of the Final Line Editor, which should be the last time I change or fix anything in Hunting Medusa. I’m excited about that, because it means I fixed all the things that needed fixing in the first two rounds. And one last round means we’re that much closer to having the actual book in our hot little hands. Or mine, anyway. I can hardly wait to see the final version.
The second thing I’ve consoled myself with tonight is really a combination of a couple things: I have Saturday off again from my day job, which I didn’t expect to have, which is a lovely thing in itself. But this particular Saturday off means I get to visit with family I don’t see often enough, and I can’t wait. Add to that Mother Nature is cooperating and it’s going to be gorgeous on Saturday, which makes for just about a perfect day: picnicking with family on a beautiful late summer day. I love when things like that happen.
Sometimes it doesn’t work out so well, but there are plenty of pretty good days–curling up with a good book and a cup of tea on a rainy day, or an unexpectedly quiet house that allows for hours of writing time. What constitutes a perfect day for you?