Eight hours of crazy typing later....drum roll...the manuscript has been sent off. Ahead of schedule. How about that? I've put the baby in the basket and set him loose on the River Nile. We'll see if he gets eaten by crocodiles or hitches a ride with Pharaoh's daughter.
I almost don't care what happens to it; it's launched. That's all that matters. I'm off to the garden to pick greens for supper's salad, with the giddy feeling of a child sneaking out of class early.
Woo Hooooooo!!!!!! Congratulations :))))))
ReplyDeleteYippee! But it sounds as if other activities have become more inviting than writing. Has it become a chore then?
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