Okay, so I'm implying snail mail by this pic, but in reality, it's all email, baby. I've been a busy little bee this past weekend: reading my story with a fine tooth comb, making sure my submission guidelines are met to perfection, devising a synopsis that encapsulates all the ins and outs of the story, and polishing a query to make the editor beg for more. Then - deep breath - and then, I sent it out. Gone. Good-bye. Outta here. Never to be heard from again until sometime between now and the end of the year. I don't care what they say, waiting does not make the heart grow fonder.
So now, my first manuscript is out into someone else's hands, er, email inbox, and what's a girl to do? For starters, I'm planning on catching up on my TBR pile, including hot picks like Gena Showalter (The Lords of the Underworld are amazing) and Christine Feehan. I also have lesson plans to update for my kiddos. Ironic, I think, that I'm reading Showalter and teaching my kids about Ancient Greece. Of course, I keep Showalter's spin on the mythology to myself (don't want to confuse the little ones), but it amuses me at how life's little points sometimes intertwine.
After all these other bits I will begin in earnest my next story. I have several ideas down and several stories that have been started sometime in the past, but I believe I have it narrowed down to three different tales. I'll let you know the gist of the next one, perhaps within the week?