The rewrite is done. That's right, done.
In the world of novel writing, the rewrite is the root canal. It's the hemmoroid clinging to the creative process.
It's all about solidifying story plots and ironing out the details that make the book flow. It's making sure people can understand a character and get inside his/her head. As to quote Sean Connery in Finding Forrester, "You write the first draft with your head. The second draft comes from the heart," or something like that.
A Constant Suicide, as it stands, says what I want it to say. I think it works, but it's up to my editor, Seinor Aiden Landman, to tell me if it's all crap or not. I hope to get the 250-page manuscript into his hands by the end of the day.
I'll be reading it again as my editor is going through it. Plus, I have to file tax paperwork with the state for Rock Town Press, look over the cover for the book, get my headshots taken for the back cover, order ISBN numbers, register it with the Library of Congress, etc.
Don't worry, it's not like I'm going to be bored. I do have two jobs otherwise. Speaking of, I should probably get back to them.
Again, thanks everyone for the words of encouragement and the future money you'll spend buying this thing.
(Getting three copies of the damned thing printed and "cheaply" bound cost me $50! Jebus!)
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