Well, although it doesn't seem possible, it's the last day of January already. I've finished the pages of questions about the cover art, my bio and even taken a picture that didn't make me wince. I've finished reformatting the manuscript; managing to weed out some passive voice in the process. And so now, I am to sit and wait for my editor to contact me.
Have I mentioned I'm not a good waiter? Don't get me wrong. I try. I do my best to be patient. I just don't succeed very well. I get anxious and antsy. Then, I'm afraid, I get cranky. It's probably a good thing that a writer leads a lonely life, or I'd have alienated the elite few friends I have.
I suppose I could start reformatting the second book in the series. Or, I could work on finishing the fifth (and, I believe, the final) book in the series. Of course, I'm not sure if I want to work on that one, until I know there won't be many significant changes to my on-going plot line.
I could work on a new idea I had last November; or work on polishing and revising Lizzie Borden novel. The thing is they both require research.
Now, I have all the Lizzie Borden research done. However, the dogs have been entertaining themselves all winter by running through the pile of books and the basket of printed information. This means, I'll have to allocate the dining room table for the research; after I've spent at least a day re-organizing the papers.
The alternative would be researching Ante-Bellum and Creole plantation life. I don't mind research and I've already starting pulling information together. I spent several days 'blending' a number of actual plantation houses to create my 'Camellia Plantation' house. Then I sketched out the front view and the first floor. I was working on the second-story floor plan of my mythical plantation home; and was already thinking about doing furniture plans, as well, when I got the reformatting info and cover art questionnaire.
I'd also started reading some of the vintage fashion magazines for clothing ideas. Yeah, I know. I can get a bit obsessive. However, in my own defense, I did stop myself from making paper dolls of the female characters and their wardrobes.
And, I had the colored pencils out and everything…