I just finished WLA.
Okay, that's a lie. I FINISHED WLA a few days ago, let it sit, and finished EDITING it tonight. Like 10 minutes ago. And the first thing I did was drop everything and rush to tell all of you about it. Feel special? You should.
Actually, the first thing I did was send it to betas. So you're really the second people I've told. Please don't feel less special.
The only real point of this blog post is to rave about how TERRIFIED I am. I'm checking my email like crazy even though I just sent it to betas like 9 minutes ago.
I HAVEN'T SENT FOR BETA REACTIONS ON A COMPLETED MANUSCRIPT IN MORE THAN A YEAR.
AND I AM SCARED.
What if they don't like it? What if my characters SUCK? What if there's a HUGE plot hole that I missed and they laugh and I blush and have to change my name and hide under my desk for a few days until the blushing goes away and I can finally reemerge but by that time I will have lost my job which in hindsight wouldn't be a bad thing and I DISINTEGRATE??
Yeah. I KNOW. Scary in my head, isn't it?
In all honesty, though, my beta ladies are the amazingest, bestest beta ladies on the planet and will be very nice in their mercilessness. Seriously. You should be jealous of the awesome array of passionate, supportive, SUPER SMART and oh so pretty beta ladies I have. I'm jealous of me.
But that doesn't stop me from biting my nails until there's nothing left and crying a little bit. I just bought three books today. Maybe I'll read them to distract myself. But reading them will remind me of how AWESOME authors like Jackson Pearce and Ally Carter are and how I WHITHER IN COMPARISON.
Nah. I just used the phrase "whither in comparison." So I gotta be something of a decent writer, right?