Hey guys! My mom is in from Montana, visiting. Since I only get to see her once a year, I''ve been mostly ignoring the internet.
I'm also down to the wire for Pitch Wars. The agent round is November 2. All my stuff has to be in on Halloween. And I'm still working. Every spare second.
So in case you never hear from me again, it's because revisions actually do kill. I will forevermore be a cautionary tale to all writers.
So there's too much to tell. #PitchWars has been a phenomenal experience. But edits and revising is taking up every spare minute I have. The agent round is November 2nd. And I still have so much to do. (Excuse me a moment while I hyperventilate........Ok, I'm back.)
One of the things that happened a little while back is that Youngest Urchin finally lost a tooth--albeit somewhat unwillingly--that had been hanging on for months. Mostly because she refused to wiggle it, eat on it , breathe on it or otherwise touch it in any way, shape or form.
So the dentist pulled it out at her cleaning. She kept it together. No sobbing. Or biting.
Translation: Win!
So then the real craziness begins. Because the girls don't just put their teeth under their pillow for the tooth fairy. No. They have an entire Tooth Fairy Motel. It's set up 24/7 under Youngest's bottom bunk.
It's even labeled, just in case the Tooth Fairy doesn't know it's for her.
To get to the bed, just slip past the elephant and giraffe on the right.
There is also a tooth pedestal. Again, properly labeled, just in case the Tooth Fairy might have questions.
And of course, there's a note.
It's the note that leads to more work, because the Tooth Fairy writes back. In 5 pt. font. And it's always from a different Tooth Fairy, since there are loads of them. Personalized with a picture of themselves.
You see, I do it to myself. I can't say no to little old ladies or toothless children. It's part of why I'm always over extended.
Like now.
Hope you all are doing well. I'll be trying to hop around to your blogs soon. Once I train myself to write and revise faster. (I'm such a slow writer, it's ridiculous!!)