So, I’m revising a completed manuscript. Frantically revising it, apparently. I usually slow down at the end of a piece, spinning in my chair, surfing blog waves, and generally dithering a good deal before I get to the “the end” part. I don’t even write “the end” at the end, as if it’s too much trouble. After 80,000-90,000 words, who cares about two more little words?
I need to do a few more things, like pull my outline into a slightly more atmospheric synopsis. Then I’ll copy it and wring every last drop of superfluity out of it until it reveals a sleek, breakneck little cousin that lives and breathes on a single page (single-spaced). Have to spell check the query and read it aloud for stowaway typos and awkward wording.
And then…then I’m off to the races.