I'm hibernating this week - me, my laptop, my manuscript, and seventeen boxes of microwave popcorn. (And THAT DOG, perched at my feet, waiting for a buttery kernel to fall).
THE BOOK is due to my editor next week - the final version, the one that says, "This is my very best!" Yikes.
In an attempt to head off obvious disasters, I'm reading my prose aloud, looking for tense changes, personality changes, or other things that make memoirs such fertile ground for critical stomping come review time. Nothing like nine months of trying to be "real" to completely mess with your head - I've reached the point where my main character seems like some other poor girl...and really, I wonder as I read, why didn't someone stop her from dating all those losers??? Fortunately, few things are as funny as our own bad decisions (presuming there's a happy ending in there somewhere), so I get to giggle quite a bit as I enunciate all the details of the many failed attempts to protect me from my own best thinking :)
Okay, I'm not even sure that last paragraph makes sense... I hope you're all having a great week, and I'll pop my head back out from time to time to get some air (and perspective). Back to the cave for me!