Okay, I'm going to get in big trouble for this, so I have to type quick.
Here's the thing.
I got my editorial email from Laura last Friday and well...progress has been slow.
It's not that I disagree with her comments--in fact it was a lot of, *smacks face* WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT MONTHS AGO?!?! And it's not that I'm not excited to get started--I mean, dude, I'm working with my agent. It's not even like I don't have enough motivation, because, um, I HAVE A DEADLINE! So you'd think I'd be cranking these revisions out.
And yet, every time I open my draft, well...
I revise a few sentences.
And then I check my email.
I stop by Twitter.
I read some blogs.
I check statcounter.
I reply to blog comments.
And then I start to feel guilty, so I revise another page.
But then a cat crawls into my lap and I HAVE to scratch his tummy
And then I need more water
And I notice that the downstairs is messy so I straighten
And well, all of a sudden it's late at night and I've accomplished very little.
And I've been unable to figure out why. But I think I've found the answer.
See, a completed draft is like a house of cards.
Every word, every sentence has been carefully stacked and arranged to support the next, and the next--and they may not be perfect, but they're all standing darnit!
And revision is like reaching into the middle of that house and sliding a few cards out so you can rearrange them, and well... THE WHOLE THING CRUMBLES.
So it's easy to sit and stare at what you've created and feel a little terrified about destroying it. But it has to be done, because then you'll rebuild and it'll be even better than it was and you'll be SO glad you did it. It's just hard to tear out those first few cards and watch it all crumble.
So with that in mind, I turned to my super-awesome CP Sara McClung and begged for help. I needed a butt kicker, and since she had no problem stepping into that role when I was trying to finish my major re-write in time for the conference, I knew she'd be up to the task.
But she. is. intense!
I have to check in every two hours with progress reports.
I'm not allowed to tweet.
I have a feeling I'm not supposed to blog (hence why I'm typing only slightly slower than the speed of light right now)
So, while I LOVE her--OMG, she's only been at it one night and I already accomplished more than I did ALL of last week--it may mean some changes.
I probably won't be blog hopping as much.
(Sorry if that means I'm not able to comment on your posts.)
And I probably won't be on Twitter as much (*sobs*)
I'm sure my email response time will also increase.
I'm still going to try to squeeze in blog posts, but other than that, there might not be a lot of Shannon on the internets.
But I promise it's only temporary. I have a pretty tight deadline, so I WILL be done soon. And then I'll be back to my procrastinating ways while I wait for Laura to read it and compose another Email of Doom of all the things I STILL got wrong.
Ah...revision. It never ends, does it?
Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know what's going on so you'll *hopefully* understand why I might not be around as much. I hope you'll still stop by and say hi sometimes on my posts, and I'll try to be back to reading yours as soon as I can.
And now I better get back to work before she catches me.
*glances over shoulder*
OMG--she's watching me.