The Wonder of Being on Submission

This may be the longest. weekend. ever.

Apart from it being cold, (winter...blah) and my desk being horrifically cluttered, the lightbulb that hovers eternally above my head flickered on last night...and doom ensued.

Now, mind you, my dear, sweet minions, that normally I welcome the warm, sudden glow of the lightbulb of inspiration. But yesterday it flickered on and spilled a pool of light over some mega changes I have to make in Ninth Grade Sucks already. *grumble, spit, swear* These changes will make the book go from good to GOOD, but the whiny spoiled child in me is kicking her feet and saying, "NONONONONONONONONONONO!"

Somebody hand me a muzzle.

So here I am, knowing what needs to be changed, but staring at my screen and wondering if, at this very moment, an editor could be reading Eighth Grade Bites. I wonder what they'll think of it. I wonder if they'll laugh when they're supposed to and feel empathy for Vlad. But mostly, I wonder if they think I'm the slightest bit talented or just a huge joke. Then I drink some Diet Pepsi, insist that I'm going to do those changes now...and then I wonder something else.

It's annoying. I'm annoying. And I still have work to do.