Hitting 'send' is like jumping off a cliff.

I just electronically delivered the manuscript* to my editor. It's more a raw draft than a rough draft, but it is a draft.

In a moment, when the panicky adrenaline rush has died down, I'm going to get up and check the mail.

Then, in the immortal words of M. Keaton, I want a sammich and a nap.

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*Ace has decided they don't like Summerdown as a title, so currently the book is nameless.

In other news

Lone Star Stories 22 is live. I am in it, along with a bunch of other cool people. So, hey, have something to read.

My story, "Under the Beansidhe's Pillow," is an Artist's Challenge from elisem. So there's that, too.