Eyes Bugging Out

Okay, this editing thing is kicking my...ego. I tried to finish markups today, but after three hours straight I just didn't have it in me to keep going. Of course, it might have something to do with umpiring nine baseball games this weekend. I'm not indestructible after all. There goes my pride.

But I will get it done, I promise. After all, you want to read the book, right? You want to be gripped by the plot, cry with the characters, and be rewarded with a flashy yet satisfying finale that concludes the first book and sets up perfectly for a sequel. You want all that and more.

So I better get crackin'. Which means I need a good night's sleep, a hearty yet healthful breakfast, a cushy chair, a good reading lamp, and strong coffee from Java Journey. I'm starting to think I should pay rent. But don't tell Jeff that. I spend enough money there already.