Is there a happy dance for writers? You know, that ridiculous hopping motion that overtakes your body when you are so excited about something that you cannot control yourself? It is usually reserved for small children, mothers on the first day of school, animated penguins, and Richard Simmons.
Right now, I am doing my own version of the happy and all I can say is, do the names "Elaine" or "Seinfeld" ring any bells?
If my neighbor peeked in the window right now, she would call 911.
If my husband walked in the room, he would question my sanity.
If my children came home, they would start bawling.
But, if another writer saw me, he or she would know exactly what this is all about.
Book Two is complete!
The twists, the turns, the tears, and the tendonitis. All proof that Book Two is done. Well, minus the countless hours in editing. But, who cares? I am happy, folks!
So very happy.
~Valerie~
Right now, I am doing my own version of the happy and all I can say is, do the names "Elaine" or "Seinfeld" ring any bells?
If my neighbor peeked in the window right now, she would call 911.
If my husband walked in the room, he would question my sanity.
If my children came home, they would start bawling.
But, if another writer saw me, he or she would know exactly what this is all about.
Book Two is complete!
The twists, the turns, the tears, and the tendonitis. All proof that Book Two is done. Well, minus the countless hours in editing. But, who cares? I am happy, folks!
So very happy.
~Valerie~
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