I'm just a couple hours away from finishing up my rough draft and sending it off to my agent! And, look!, I've completely worn off the N from my keyboard, the E and D are almost all gone, and it looks the the S is next. Oh my!
I am a little bit scared to send my rough draft off to be read. Nobody's read anything except the first chapter so far, and I'm a little nervous. I've checked all I've written against my proposal, and I think I've delivered what I promised, so there shouldn't be any surprises for my editor. But, still, I hope what I've written is good and meets with everyone's approval.
I'm so looking forward to tomorrow. I've committed not to work on Sundays, to really take a day to rest and enjoy my family. And getting this finished (until feedback comes in and I make changes before sending it off to my editor for editing) will make tomorrow extra restful and enjoyable.
I did spend some time knitting my little buttonhole bag today. I can only write for so long before I start to go a little crazy and my mind goes completely blank. I've decided to make the top of the bag green, instead of just having the green be a few stripes. It spoke to me today too and now I know who it's for (since I don't wear purple!). I'll keep it to myself for know and make sure it turns out right before spilling the beans! I think I'll get it finished tomorrow.
We had rehearsal today for our dance recital in May. Two hours of working on our number to "All That Jazz" and I'm tired. A lot of technical stuff got cleaned up today, but my fan kick definitely needs some help. Good thing we have a month or so to keep practicing. The good thing is that I finally figured out how to shimmy shake and do a showgirl walk at the some time--something that's been beyond me. (Of course, I immediately yelled, "Look! I'm doing it!" and promptly lost my place in the dance. But it was noteworthy!) I'm excited to get my top done for the costume because all that fringe will make it look like I can really shimmy and shake it all!
Joey the cat woke me up at 5:09 this morning. I had to explain--yet again--about weekends, but he doesn't seem to get it. In his defense, I forgot to tell him that it was the weekend when we went to bed last night. I'm convinced he can tell time--tomorrow morning will a test. Don't forget to set your clocks forward an hour!
Okay, I can't put it off any longer. I'm off to finish my draft.