Wherein somehow it has been EXACTLY a month. And I'm even more sorry. Sort of.

Didn't I promise to update no later than a week from my last post?

This just goes to show that I cannot be trusted, guys.

In BETTER NEWS, I have officially transferred ALL edits from my printed copy of Summer of Betrayal (seriously, I'm beginning to think that this isn't going to get renamed-- I don't know what my deal is, I can write an entire book but I can't title it?) to the electronic version. All that is left before it is DONE DONE DONE is to write three small new scenes!

Is this seriously my life? I'm actually about 5% away from finishing a book for real, what?

ETA:  I would like to jump back in here and edit this to point out that it has now been three and a half years since I began work on this. So...I'm not bragging or anything. It's taken me forever to get here. I really hope that the others in this quartet move faster. :|

Naturally the result of this is that my brain has realized that it is soon going to be allowed to plot and fiddle with new projects ENTIRELY GUILT FREE. And it's getting a bit ahead of itself.

Now, I would like to defend myself by pointing out that I don't mean NEW new projects, I just mean projects new to my poor brain. Things like the book that has been simmering in the Moleskin for months and managed to spill a bit of prose into a Word doc last week; or World Enough, the book I wrote half of during NaNoWriMo and absolutely adore; or poor Rosie's book that desperately needs a good editing. Nay, deserves, because it is excellent (and by that I mean told in a really fun voice)-- it's just that it's basically a giant hunk of ugly marble and I need to chip away all the crappy parts so that all the awesome can be seen.

Anyway. My arm is starting to hurt and I need to save its typing power to write those new scenes.