I am done. Done with snow, done with winter, and more importantly, done with the first Berserker novel. The revisions have been dragging on for a while, I fell down the rabbit hole of nit-picking pretty hard even with my vow to leave it as it stood that I made to myself oh so many months ago.Granted, I am now comfortable and proud of my story, and will submit it to the wolves of the publishing industry with my head held high and a battle cry of "Oh yes, one of you will love this!" resonating in my heart.
With the help of a thick white cover of the cold stuff, I pushed through to the end, rewrote the prologue, and hit save for the last time it will be touched without professional prompting. The fact that most of the story takes place in the depths of winter helped hasten the last few days of editing--I was getting so cold while sitting at my desk in the basement my hands were getting clumsy as I was typing. The frosty weather inside my head and outside my window were the perfect storm to have me well in the mood to write as if I really was in northern Maine in the middle of yet another winter storm, but left me decidedly frigid. I'm looking forward to the next book, for this one takes place not only much farther south, but at the beginnings of an interesting and nicely warmer summer.
Now, if only it were that easy to switch seasons here in northern VA.
