I’ve completely given up on the whole ‘no need to panic’ thing now. Barring a miracle, there is very little chance I’m going to make my self-imposed deadline to finish this rewrite before Thanksgiving, in just fifteen days. Right now, I’m pondering adding a shot of something to my afternoon tea or crawling under the covers and hiding my head. I hate not making a goal I’ve set for myself. It frustrates me tremendously and makes me feel all sorts of inadequate. And don’t we all hate feeling inadequate? Failing at anything makes me feel that way, though some failures are much worse than others.
So I’m going to keep going on these revisions, even though I don’t think it can be done by Thanksgiving. Because it still has to be done. And because I hate failing.
I did discover over the weekend that another manuscript I’ve been working on (scribbling madly while I’m on my lunch or dinner break at work every day) is about two-thirds of the way finished, first draft, anyway. I suppose some progress on something is better than none.
Also, if you haven’t been there yet, I’ve been posting snippets from Hunting Medusa
My shiny new cover art! isn’t it pretty?
over on my Facebook page, and I’ve promise another one today, since it’s my day off from the dreaded day job. There are less than three months till release day for this one, and I’m starting to get nervous. I hope you all like it as much as I do.
And for me, back to the rewrites, as soon as I finish this cup of tea and get back into my soundtrack to set the proper frame of mind for a stubborn Medusa and her equally stubborn hero.