Okay. I admit it. I’ve been slacking off.
I don’t know what it is about January that makes me so darn tired, but with no tropical vacation on the horizon this year, I just want to crawl back in bed until winter’s over.
Instead of working on a new novel to tide me over until I could start on my rewrites, I’ve been waiting for feedback on Dragonfly Summer. But finally, two things happened to give me a much-needed boot into action.
One is that I ran into a writer friend on the bus a couple of weeks ago. Catherine Hunter has published several murder mysteries and books of poetry. She spends a lot of her time teaching English and Creative Writing at the University of Winnipeg. I am proud to call her my friend. And, most unexpectedly, she really wants to read/edit my book!
The only problem is, she would like it by February 18th, the beginning of the university’s reading week holiday.
“No problem,” I said. “I’m supposed to have my editor’s notes back at the end of January, which gives me over two weeks to write a new draft.”
But yesterday I heard from my editor. He needs another two weeks.
So I’m going to have to muddle through with my own notes and The Boy’s to create a new draft for Catherine. And I have just over two weeks to do it. Time to get to work! On the bright side, The Boy (the first person to read the manuscript other than myself) loved the book. It’s a good sign. And maybe tonight’s meeting of the Sparkling Werewolves will inspire me.
How about you, Dear Readers? Are you finding you feel like a zombie at this time of year? If you’re a writer, how do you decide who gets to read your early drafts?