A couple of days ago, I finished my current work-in-progress! YAY! There's nothing more satisfying, at least to me, than finally getting through something that has just been DOGGING YOU. And that's the truth! I began this book like gangbusters and the writing was smooth and my thoughts were flying onto the page but then I hit the middle and....whump. Nothing. So what began as a 'quickie' became a 'loooongie'.
Every day I'd pull this up on my screen and just stare at it. Did I think it was going to magically write itself? Maybe. Who the heck KNOWS what I was thinking? Especially ME. Now it's off to my editor and the waiting will begin. Is waiting to hear from your editor the hard part? Or is it getting past that dratted middle and inching to the end? I don't know. They both kind of suck.
Fortunately for me, I have another work-in-progress to dig into. The book I just finished was a simple, little contemporary but it's time now to finish the third book of my shifter series. Edits for the first of these is sitting on my computer as we speak.
So I'm happy I got my free day to loll around because now it's time to get back to work.