Sleepless in Los Angeles

For the next week I’m going to be operating in limbo time. I always try to squeeze in too much when I’m back in my old haunt. My body is on central time so it’s 4:30am PST and I’m up and about. I didn’t get to bed until 12:00am last night because I was catching up with my BFF. I’ll be nodding off in the afternoon which is awful since I actually have to go into “The Office” this week and be corporate and everything.

I’ll be seeing a couple of friends! The ones I’m most looking forward to are my first critique group. I thanked them in my GH® acceptance speech and I can’t wait to give them the biggest hug possible for little ol’ me. I’ll also be visiting the charter school that I helped start three years ago. They’re going into their senior year! We’ll be having our first graduating class and I’m already planning to fly out in July. I can’t wait to see my fellow teachers and the students. Go Gryphons!

I never had much of a social calendar while I was living here. 🙂 There’s something about moving away that makes you more popular….hmmm….

I do find the dual time zone is good for one thing. I do have a bunch to get done and it stretches out the day. Yes, the all nighter was always a bad habit of mine in school. I know it’s not a sustainable work habit, but I find a good binge once in a while gets me caught up. My hubby would be so mad to see this right now, but he doesn’t read the blog. 🙂

Now what?

2482580_blogSo I’m in that weird limbo where I’ve finished a project and haven’t picked up a new one yet. The first draft of my novella, Warrior Bride, is done and shipped off to be ripped to shreds by critique partners. The betas of The Dragon and the Pearl have come back and I’m getting those edits in.

I’m going to be a big girl and send both of those to my agent this weekend. I don’t know why I’m so scared. Actually, I know exactly why I’m scared. It’s like when mum used to always tell me to do better on the next report card. Then one day I brought home straight A’s and mum was happy — but I knew I wasn’t going to get to drop an A ever again.

I’m sure it’s not that dramatic. Mum/Gail will still love me if I bring home a B, right? 🙂

Well, so I have two choices right now as I wait for revisions. I can drag out the dusty first manuscript I ever wrote, Intrigue of the Dragon Court, of which very little of the old manuscript gets to remain. Including the title. Even that has to go. The thought of editing that scares the bejeebies out of me.

Second choice: I can fast draft something totally unrelated. Now here’s where my writing weird comes out to bite me. Nothing is calling out of the ether. I’m always afraid the next idea won’t come. I hear other writers lament about how they have all these ideas tugging at them and here I am, no plot bunnies anywhere. Here bunny, bunny…