Only maybe not fall off the freaking counter...
In other news...the edits on my book are going pretty quick; it's not a super long book, so that speeds it up a little, but we are finding some chunks that are going to require major rewrites. This isn't surprising, it happens every time. Something that seems really funny the first time around falls flat when read later, or something that made sense really doesn't. There are sections where the Woman wrote stuff like this:
[XMAS. YOUNGER HUMAN. MUCH BETTER SMELLING FRIEND]
And then we have to sit back and try to figure out what the hell that even meant.
In any case, with the first draft in the can and the first pass of seeing what needs to be fixed, added to, subtracted from, and obliterated, we have a pretty good idea of the tone of the book (you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll tell 900 of your friends) and the Woman has sent a really, really, really rough draft/outline to the editor so she can 1) prepare herself, because she's old and needs prep time, and 2) talk to an art person about conjuring up cover art.
Now, *I* want to be on the cover because this is my book and it's all about me, but the Woman won't commit to that because--she SAYS--I don't pose well for the camera. And what she didn't say...if someone was going to take a bunch of pictures of me it would have to be done here, and that would mean that she has to clean the house, and the odds of that happening are slim to holy-hell-no.
Lazy, lazy, lazy.
And you're still watching that kitty slide off the counter, aren't you?