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Last night, after work at the law firm, Starbucks became my home. I claimed a table in the corner, determined not to rise until the novel was finished. My coffee grew cold. Consciousness of time slipped away as I was transported to another world. I pushed away distractions: like the truly awful music coming over the speakers and the groups of students ‘studying’ around me. I rose long after darkness had set in, unaware that it was nearing nine pm.

The draft is complete.

There is something special about this phase, when the story is finally tangible, but my own special secret for a little while longer. And, of course, it helps that my fans are getting restless. Impatient comments are already filling up my Facebook wall, encouraging me to press deeper and deeper into the tale I am weaving.

I’m still terrified that this novel won’t shape up. It will require plenty of work to take my sweet, little ugly duckling and turn it into the jewel-clad swan it ought to be. With my epic, international trip merely fifty-seven days away, I have just that much time to finish solo-editing. Upon my return I’ll need to jump right into editing with my mother. (And if you are wondering why I edit with my mom, check out this post to catch up on all the fun we have.) Sure. It will require some hard labor to polish, but the good books usually do…

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I’m working on the final stages of my novel. So–to make sure everything ties together with a little bow–I find myself doing nearly constant research with my previous books. And today I had a good laugh, because I discovered a document entitled Bloopers. All I can figure is that during the backbreaking work of editing Xsardis, my mother/editor and I went a little bit crazy. We created a Blooper Reel of editing mishaps, misunderstandings, mis-writing, and snarky (albeit well-meaning and well-received) comments.

Take, for example, this comment from my editor and chief: “Doesn’t this person have a name? Call him a small elephant if you want, but give him a name!”

Or this one: “Why did coloring help her use a slingshot?”

Or this encouraging word: “It’s probably written right. You just can’t read.”

Or how about these completely random and I-can’t-quite-see-how-they-are-relevant comments: “Pant girl!” and “I think you need a chicken in this story” and “Put a skirt on a continent.”

Hmm… What does it all mean? I can see how I could mis-write “asked us to flee” as “accessed a flea.” I can even see how my poor description of someone’s downcast eyes as “his eyes fell down” could leave my mother with the impression that the eyeballs “rolled out and dropped onto her shoes.” But the rest? Well… Let’s just say that what happens in the editing room should probably stay there.

In the pursuit of a refined novel we’ve pinned each other to the wall to discover how to break free; we’ve chucked paper at each other to get out angst; we’ve drank too much coffee; arm-wrestled for who is going to read; and had some minor mental breakdowns when I need to get a sentence just right and she wants to discover if a character lives or dies (really, why is she so impatient?). But, all in all, as evidence by the Blooper Reel, my editor and I have had a glowing good time doing it. So I’m looking forward to round 5 with the Lure of Lemons… That editing process will come sooner than I think.

Ps. If you can’t tell that I absolutely ADORE my mother and that we have a fabulous working relationship, you really need to read this blog more often and get to know me better… She’s awesome.

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