It’s good to lie to yourself…

I received another round of edits I wasn’t expecting from my agent. They’re calling them tweaks. To my mind, some are, some are more far-reaching.

This week is busy and I won’t settle into my annual writer retreat with awesome hostess Joan Leacott until Monday or Tuesday, so even though I had a couple of free hours this afternoon, I thought, “Screw this. There’s no point in starting now.”

Which means, of course, that the moment I walked away from the computer, my brain sent me the perfect fixes for two of the larger editting issues. I jotted them down by hand quick before I forgot and rebooted the computer.

Thank you, Brain. Sorry I tricked you… not!