My first chapter is revised. It is done. It’s in the no, I won’t reread you again no matter how much you beg pile. I’m sure it will call me; I’m sure I’ll be tempted. One more look, just a quick little glance at that sooo important first line, that crucial first page. It will call me like a dangerous lover, but I’m strong. It will be more tempting than chocolate truffles on a snowy night, but I’m tough. I’m moving on.
Chapter One is carved in stone. Pretty much.
Chapter Two gets finishing touches on Wednesday. Then, on to Chapter Three.
Repeat twenty-two times until done.
Then, the query letter dance begins. I send out the query emails, pitching my 100,000 novel in one perfect paragraph – twenty times, thirty times, one hundred times – until some agent fish bites.
At this moment, however, I’m going to take the advice of the most famous procrastinatress of all time, Scarlett O’Hara, and think about query letters tomorrow.
I have plenty to keep me busy right now!