I feel like I’m coming out of a five week long hibernation. Is the World Cup really over? Who won by the way? Yeah, like I don’t already know. The defeat against Germany still hurts, but it’s time to come out of my summer long silence (in case you wonder, the fact that Argentina didn’t win the Cup isn’t the reason I haven’t been blogging. Real life, and summer, and having to entertain kids 24/7 are the reason).
But while I was silent, I was busy. I completed another round of revisions on Southern Cross, which is currently being critiqued by an editor. I won an auction a while back, and the prize was the critique. I’m still wavering over my ending, but I’m glad someone other than myself is reading the whole thing. I also passed it on to my friend Julie, who’s reading it too. She kept complaining she had read so many versions of the beginning, she had to know how it ended.
Since I sent off Southern Cross, I’ve been tuning the final details on the outline of my new book. Its characters talk to me all day and all night long. They want to be real, on paper, so I have no other option but to obey.
I also wanted to post about WriteOnCon.com, and online writing workshop. If you haven’t checked it out yet, you should! It looks awesome! I already signed up, praying with gratitude I found out about it on Elana’s blog. Thanks Elana!
It’s still Summer, but the first week of August is over. Like it says on Tuck Everlasting (I read it this summer, and Ah! What a book!), it’s all down hill from now.


Monday, 9 August 2010
Hope you have a great summer. How exciting to get your manuscript critiqued by an editor! That's super. Good luck with your new project too.
Hey, welcome back. 😉
It's neat to hear you've got Southern Cross to the editor. Way to go!
It's hard to get to our wip when we've got a houseful of kids full time, isn't it? But we love them!
Have a great week.
Thanks for stopping by, you guys! My fingers are out of practice with typing new words. So long did revisions take. But even if I don't post every day, I'll be blogging when the muse strikes.