I have neglected to mention a couple Items of Note:
1. I have an editor again. Yes ma'am, a real live editor of my very own. This editor, it just so happens, was at the acquisitions meeting where OTMA was first pitched and given the go-ahead, and is gung-ho for the project. Plus, she's a fan of War and Peace. This bodes well, indeed.
Madame Editor, as it turns out, has something of a WIP of her own going on -- she's slated for maternity leave in May. Therefore, we concocted a plan whereby I turn over a draft, no matter its condition, on April 1 so we can squeeze in some feedback for me to revise with during her 3-month departure.
2. Fast-forward to the first week in March, when I got a sinus infection that leeched a full workweek out of me, forcing me to admit that I would never be able to revise OTMA to my satisfaction by April 1. This brings us to Plan B:
Rather than panic and scrabble for the next two weeks only to be marginally less unsatisfied with my progress, I offered to gag my inner Rainman and send Madame Editor what I've got RIGHT NOW so we can make the most of the remaining six weeks before her leave. She took the bait (the crazy woman claims to like rough drafts) and I didn't chicken out. Yesterday afternoon, I closed my eyes and hit "send."
Rather than panic and scrabble for the next two weeks only to be marginally less unsatisfied with my progress, I offered to gag my inner Rainman and send Madame Editor what I've got RIGHT NOW so we can make the most of the remaining six weeks before her leave. She took the bait (the crazy woman claims to like rough drafts) and I didn't chicken out. Yesterday afternoon, I closed my eyes and hit "send."
So in a sense, I'm on OTMA-haitus. Except for the part where I do fun things like translate primary sources and work on my compilation of self-editorial remarks to add to Madame Editor's reactions....
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Currently reading:
Blink
by Malcolm Gladwell
