So I’m finally deadline free. It feels….weird. (Everything feels weird, I know. I’m not jaded yet — but I am highly suspicious, hah.)
I have Shapeshifted page proofs and copy editing left to go, but my editor loves the book as it is, so no more structural stuff :D.
It’s funny, because while I was at Wiscon, my agent was all, “About books 4 & 5…” and for a day, I was all, “Noooooooooooooooooo….” Not because I don’t love writing or anything, but because I was *so busy* last year. Working, and being a decent human to my husband and friends who I love, and writing two entire books — it really did just about break me. For a day I was completely traumatized about the thought of being back under a deadline yoke.
But my editor emailed me on Weds to say Shapeshifted was shipshape (ba-dum-ching!) and now that I’ve been “done” for about 48 hrs…20 of which I was at work, working some extra because what the hell else am I supposed to do with myself now….yeah. I want it back. I want it all back. (Especially the excuse to not pick up extra shifts, heh.)
After Wiscon, too, I thought I was *over* travelling, but no, it turns out I’m only over getting up at 6 AM to catch planes. I caught myself looking forward to RWA this summer when I went out to get dinner.
I don’t think I get what it means to rest. I like resting in theory, but I suck at it. (I’m really good at sleeping though! Maybe that’s where all my resting sublimates to ;)).
And since conveniently I’d been working on Deadshifted, book 4, anyhow, and I already have some grand ideas for book 5…yeah. I’ll be emailing my agent back next week. A week off to rest up, and then back to it, and hopefully people want more, and yeah.
I may be crazy busy, occasionally exhausted, and intermittently bone tired — but I like my life :D.