My second novel, Loot, went to my agent and editor today. Now comes the nail biting. What if they don’t like it?
It’s absurd to replace the stress of revising a novel with the stress of anticipating the feedback. It’s (not) fun to be me.
I’ve been planning a week off, but my brain is still firing ideas. I’m not sure if I’m truly ready to take notes for my third novel or if I’m simply procrastinating. My to-do list includes organizing closets, deep cleaning, filing tax receipts, and other awful activities.
What to do?
This cliffhanger shall continue tomorrow.