December 20, 2015
Dear Readers (of my retired newsletters, present Facebook blogs, and twitter pages),
If you recall, my editor Trai Cartwright received the first draft of THE ROMANTIC IMPERATIVE , and sent it back with copious notes, asking for 75 more pages.
With my calculations, she asked for about 25,000 more words.
The first draft I had sent her was about 68,000 words. The second draft came in at 96,000 words.
Therefore, I’ve turned out about a 420-page novel. I’m smiling.
I wrote every morning, completely fascinated. My brain was honed; I could do no wrong. Then the holidays came. I put on three dinner parties:
Thanksgiving, Neighborhood Progressive Christmas Party (we were the first house, serving wassail), and the Chanukah dinner party. I continued writing every morning. It gave continuity to my days and weeks.
I finished this second edit yesterday, notified my editor, and sent the manuscript to Sir Speedy to print off a copy for her. She wrote back, “Send it toot sweet.”
All is quiet now. I’m picking up odds and ends in my daily life. There is a vacuum.