Sorry I'm late--it's not diva behavior, I promise! Just spread too thin(ly)!
But now I will tell you about chortling. And how I've been doing it loudly. And with great joy. Mark, you see, has received his first editorial letter.The one where the editor presents suggestions. You know, think about doing this. Will you please consider doing that? How about you have this happen instead?
Mark has witnessed the editorial process for all 30 of my published books (and Killer Cruise, which will pub in the Fall). So that's 31 times he's told me that the letter "isn't so bad" and that the corrections "will be easy" and that "adding a sentence or two would totally address that."
Now it's my turn! My turn to read the letter and say, Oh, this isn't so bad (it's only six single spaced pages of comments and suggestions, after all), and "Don't worry, that won't be hard," and "You know...just adding a sentence or two would totally take car of that!"
I hear these words come out of my mouth and then I chortle. (Ah, such a satisfying sound and feeling it is to chortle.)
For the past 31 books, Mark has also agreed a little too heartily and a little too often with the editorial quibbles on my multi-paged editorial letters.
Now, it's my turn!
Let me tell you, it is way more fun sitting at the chortle desk than being at the one where sweat pours and mutterings emanate
Hmm. Maybe I'm enjoying this a little too much.
(Chortle, chortle and a bwa-ha-ha!)
Moving on to things of a less chortling nature, I was hoping to have news for you regarding the new Sammy Keyes FaceBook page, but it's not quite ready. Fingers crossed for this coming week! You'll be the first to know!
Meanwhile, try to keep your chortling to yourself, would ya?
(Actually, it would be funny if everyone did a "Hey Mark!....Chortle!" comment this week. Tee-hee!)