Monday, September 27, 2010

Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow . . .

All right. I am exhausted. Just about ready to fall into bed. Tomorrow is another early morning at which point THE EDITS WILL BE FINISHED. (WHOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO!!!!) I will rush them off to the editor/publisher and then move on to the next huge frantic thing on my plate. Believe me, there is ALWAYS the next huge frantic thing.

I love the writing gig. But it is exhausting. And exhilerating. Must never, ever forget exhilerating. Because all my life I wanted to be able to say things like: "TOMORROW'S THE RELEASE DATE FOR THE NEXT BOOK." Which it is.

Which is freaking cool come to think on it. Not only was there one book. There have been MANY books. Enough that I can refer to the NEXT one knowing there were not only several preceding it, but are several more scheduled to follow. HOW COOL IS THAT?

Seriously, from the time I picked up my first picture book I wanted to be an author.

And I am.

So, no matter how much I whine about deadlines, (Which should really be called something else if you're not supposed to whine. I mean, really, DEADlines just BEGS for whining.) I love what I do. I love the blogs (like this one) that have no point, but are meant to keep me in touch with the folks who actually read the books, or the ones at places like BITTEN BY BOOKS where I get lots of new folks commenting on my supposedly intelligent post (you will note the qualifier. On days like today I'm really not sure how intelligent the post actually is.) and competing for a prize.

But now I am tired. Tomorrow the edits are due on Demon Song. Tomorrow is the release day for the NEXT BOOK Siren Song. This is my career and I am proud of it, and happy and honored that people enjoy playing in my imaginary worlds.

Joy to you all.




Shawn said...

I thought your piece on Bitten By was intelligent and thoughtful. No supposition about it!

C. T. Adams said...

Thanks kiddo! You so rock. I'm looking forward to seeing your mss.

Tammy S said...

I saw nothing wrong with the piece either. Sorry I couldn't get there on time, but we had a pet emergency. Which unfortunately did not end well.

C. T. Adams said...

Oh, I'm so sorry Tammy. Pets are a part of the family. So you have my condolences.

Tammy said...

Thanks Cie. She was 12, so it wasn't unexpected it, but it always hurts.

C. T. Adams said...

I sometimes think its harder the older they are, because while it isn't unexpected, they've had so much time to become a part of your life.