Ah, the job is done.

I’m doing the happy dance. I just completed revising my second novel and, thanks to my agents revision notes and the magic of nanowrimo, it’s much better than I ever imagined it would be or that I could write. That’s the bizarre thing about writing for me — I don’t know the stories I want to write until I write them.

It’s exciting to read and write at the same time. Problems are easy to spot when I’m so bored that I’m perfectly happy to end the story right where I am. It’s a sure sign I need to increase tension and mystery and heighten the stakes for the characters.

This moment is short lived. I need to work on promoting Running for My Life (thanks to those who have purchased a copy and written reviews. It’s terribly difficult to create buzz.) and my wonderful students to attend to, but for right now I feel complete, satisfied and relieved. What a feeling.