It’s finally happened.
I have finally managed to send Bloodbonded to beta readers again.
This was a doozy of a week, too. It didn’t start out that way. It started out with promise.
I looked ahead last week and realized I had NOTHING on my calendar during the school days this week–NOTHING!! And all of the kids would be in school ALL WEEK–no random days off at any of the four schools!! I thought, “woo hoo–I can really get a good start on deep cleaning my house!”
Alas, it wasn’t to be. I got sick last Wednesday, so I’ve basically felt like something you scrape off the bottom of your shoe for nine days and counting. The fever only lasted about 36 hours, but the rest of it… eesh. It’s not pretty. Then I had a variety of progeny-related issues and a traveling husband, so I was single-momming it for a few days. The progeny issues are always more challenging with the husband away.
It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, I think. Since I felt so lousy–emotionally and physically–I decided to just closet myself as much as possible and finish up the last edits on Bloodbonded. I’ve had it mostly done for about a week and a half, but it needed a final read through and polish. I decided to just push through, and at about 4:00 p.m. today, I e-mailed the blasted thing to my beta readers.
It’s not done yet. I’m under no illusions about that. It still needs work–a lot of work! It needs more worldbuilding and description. I still write too much dialogue. There are a few places where the story is weak, so there is probably some refining of plot to be done.
But it may be that the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t an oncoming train this time.
You guys, it’s been something like three years (at least) since I sent anyone a complete version of my book to read. In fact, only once in those three years (or so) have I sent ANYONE ANY new writing to read and critique. I’ve been so gun shy–so terrified of sharing–that I haven’t wanted to risk it. Risk what? Rejection? Criticism? I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe just risk letting my heart walk around outside my body to be stomped on.
But tonight, I’m not afraid or anxious. I’m celebrating. I bought a bottle of sparkling wine a few weeks ago and told my husband that when I sent Bloodbonded to beta readers, we’d pop that baby open. We did. We toasted each other. He congratulated me. We drank. It was beautiful.
And now, I’m taking a break. I’m not going to do NaNoWriMo. I feel like after slogging through Bloodbonded for the umpteenth time, I’m just not ready to churn more words yet. And I need time to catch up on AHG work, do that deep cleaning of my house, and get ready for Christmas. So right now, I’m kind of thinking that I won’t really do much writing at all until the new year. That might change. I don’t know. It depends on the cleaning, the AHG, and Christmas. And the progeny. Everything always depends on the progeny.
I am hoping, though–hoping against all hope, maybe–to publish Bloodbonded February 1. Hoping. I’ll keep you all posted.
Right now, I’m going back to my Jameson’s and my tissues and my cough drops. I might pick up some knitting. Or crocheting. Might even watch an old episode of The Office. You just never know.
It’s gettin’ wild in here, people.
It’s a celebration.