I’m taking a break. I finished edits and then thought about it for a while. Then I went over the whole thing once more and found a few more spots to be sanded smooth. I usually wait 24 hours after I finish edits before sending off a book. I learned this after a rather burlesque back and forth e-mail frenzy with one editor. Now I finish, wait, re-read, rewrite, and then reread once more before I hit send. Nothing more aggravating than hitting ‘send’ and finding a new adn wonderful silly typo in your text.
As you can tell from my blog typos I do not do that with my blog posts. In fact, I tend to rush through these as they areoften spur of the moment posts like this, brought on by a brain melt-down (I’ve been writing for ten hours and I need a BREAK!) or, as in this case, pictures of my new neice. She is adorable, blond, blue-eyed, cuddly, calm, and horribly obese. I want to take my brother and shake him silly. A six month old baby should not look like a weeble. (Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down.) Babies should have necks. They should have knees and ankles. Will someone please tell this family to stop stuffing this child? The worse thing is I absolutely adore my brother. And I’m going to see the bundle of joy in a few months. I can just imagine how much fatter she’ll get. A chubby baby is cute. A fat baby just looks stuffed – as if it might explode any second. And she was such a beautiful newborn. *sigh* I suppose it really isn’t my problem. I am just the aunt. And I suppoes also that saying anything will just make everyone uncomfortable. And angry. After all – children are like your books. You hate any sort of criticsm, just look at authors comments when they get a bad review. You’d think someone said their baby was fat, for heaven’s sake.
So, there are some things I will never do.
Never tell my brother his baby is fat.
Never tell a reviewer she or he is a bad reviewer because they didn’t ‘get’ my book.
Never tell an agent/publisher “Look, you passed on this project but so and so took it!” (after all – it could go on to be a Resounding Flop)
(I just read this on an agent’s blog and I was astounded. People actually do this?)
I will also never go bungy jumping, but that is because I’m a chicken and has nothing to do with manners.