Woohoo! My latest non-fiction manuscript is off to the publisher. If my posts this week have been “brief,” it’s because I’ve been focussed entirely on underwear.
Now, I get to alternate between periods of celebration, during which I revel in the freedom of a deadline-less life, and periods of nail biting, during which I wait for the publisher to call and tell me my content sucks, or I’ve messed up the word count by oh… 15,000 or 20,000 words.
Not that that would ever happen.
Except once.
Which would be worse – to be over 15,000 words – or under?
I was under. And under is way worse!
I should really read my contracts.
Congratulations, Tanya! Big accomplishment. I know it will be great.