I have finished all my cuts and edits on my Urban Fantasy. Yay! Let there be much rejoicing. My manuscript is now being reviewed by two lovely grammar Nazis since I can no longer see my mistakes. My query is done. Every week I am reviewing it and making sure there isn't another way to tweak it. I've written the one, two, and five page synopses. Again, I am waiting a week to review and tweak. That way, once my line edits are done, I will be ready to query agents.
In the meantime, I have started on my new WIP - Ginny, a western steampunk w/romantic elements. Chapter one has been written. I then did something I didn't do with my first novel. I sat down and wrote a chapter synopsis for the ENTIRE book. I figure this may change while I write, but unlike my first book where I only had vague ideas of where I was going and was constantly revisiting my timeline and changing things, I have a very clear picture of everything. And that is an awesome feeling.

Oh, what's with the title? I turned forty yesterday. In January, I wrote Marking Time (http://perchingonabarstool.blogspot.com/2012/01/marking-time.html) and wrote, "In ten years, I will reflect on my forties and say, 'That is the decade I became a published author and had my first best-seller.'" It seems I am on my way to making my dreams come true. Everyone asked if I was freaking out about turning forty. Honestly, I have never been happier. I finally know exactly who I am and what I want to do. I wouldn't trade that for any age.
Lastly, a shout out to my husband who is an absolute sweetheart, not only for putting up with me yelling at him to hush while I write, but also for taking me out for a surprise night on the town for my birthday. He took me on a "stroll down memory lane" to places that have meant something to us, like the Richmond Arms and Brewery Tap, where we had our first date.
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My big night out! First stop at the Richmond Arms! |