Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps — cross-eyed mosquitos and bow-legged ants (as my Uncle Jack used to say): I am pleased to announce that I have achieved Raggedy-Ass Draft Zero on the third Eden book – Not Flesh Nor Feathers. Oh, it’s a sad excuse for a first draft, really; I’ve still got a whole page full of “remember this crap and work it in later on” notes that must be addressed, but frankly, I think I’m going to put it off in favor of a celebratory lunch.
I deserve a celebratory lunch, I do. And maybe this afternoon I can con the husband into taking me out for a celebratory supper. I could totally go for another one of those hamburgers I got with Jenn the other day, at that Greek place downtown. Hmm. Hamburgers.
So hurrah! Three cheers for Draft Zero, which is approximately the length I hoped it’d be – 103,000 words, chock full of zombies, industrial grade pyrotechnics, and ghosts. Now I just have to prune this baby into shape and send it off to the Mighty and Powerful Liz, that it might receive its first critical smack-down.
But seriously – w00t!