Did you hear that, friends?
That was the sound of a very sleep-deprived, frazzled woman typing 88,000 words and then typing THE END and then closing her laptop before it singed her thighs.
Okay, so maybe before then, she saved it under a different file name, put it on a thumb drive, saved it on the other computer and emailed it to herself. But that's neither here nor there.
After a desperate push-- and with no epidural-- I have managed to squeeze out the first draft of my next book. It's called BLUD, and it's a cross between Outlander and True Blood with just a tad of Buffy swirled in for laughs.
Next, we let it marinate. Then we revise and add. Then we find beta readers. Then we wait on pins and needles, praying they say kind things but knowing the painful things will help, in the long run.
Then, with tingling fingers and manic giggling, we email it to our agent, who is waiting every so patiently.
Then, we apparently go into creepy Golem mode and startss talking about the book like it'sss our precioussssss.
Oh, and in the next couple of days, there will hopefully be celebratory hibachi and cupcakes, because that's how I roll.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to do a little jig and then attempt to complete at least one freakin' dream cycle before I go insane.