When I grow up, I've decided I want to be Teresa Medeiros. Or a reasonable facsimile. I'm not all that picky, really. I had the opportunity to meet her in Reno at the book signing and she was super nice, offering to answer any questions I had and giving me her card. I picked up Yours Until Dawn while I was there and read it shortly after returning home. Loved it! Loooooved it. After Midnight came out shortly thereafter and I snatched it up and am about a quarter of the way through it now. I'm finding it hard to put down. As a reader, I'm captivated by the story; as a writer, I'm fascinated by her style and voice. I find myself looking at sentences and thinking, how did she come up with that, what was she thinking that brought that into being? So now I'm going to have to hunt down her backlist and add it to my shelves. Which reminds me, I need more bookshelves. The piles on my floor have become a tripping hazard.
In the GH update, I got everything off to my critique partner by Sunday morning, and by Sunday evening she had returned it all to me. So right now I'm doing some little clean up jobs to the manuscript, then I have to tackle the synopsis (I can write a good synopsis, I can write a good synopsis - that's my positive thinking chant this week), print everything off, burn the full to a CD and get it off in the courier by Friday morning.
Which means I have four days. But I'm not panicking. Really. Not at all.