Susan Stephens' Writing Diary

Okay, girls, this is not a picture of your author smiling happily, it is a picture of your author going slowly mad.
(Just noticed the rope around my neck- is my family trying to tell me something?)

I have just this very moment sent in to my ed' what Nora Roberts refers to, in her own inimitable fruity style, as my POS stage of writing a book.

I had to- ready or not- Okay, yes, it's my deadline- or it was last week- but I just couldn't wrestle this beast a moment longer.
I need a cool clinical eye running over my ms-
cue: Jenny. Hi Jenny. I need you. I always need you. I have a crazy convoluted mind that runs ten stories at the same time and needs them untangling.
Gimme a sign post. Or just gimme a sign- Hell, I don't know!!!!

Aaaah, that feels a little better.

Urgh. last night was a bit of a disaster ladies... I'm not going to bitch on line, but Lulu get yourself a new manager. And wash your hair girl and get rid of that bonnet. What's going on!?!


India- I'm tagged???
Don't I have enough to contend with???????????
(Message to self: Sissy Soppy Susan- pull yourself together NOW,and that's an ORDER)

Christmas? Now there's a thing. I don't get back from gay Paree with the LFF until 2 days before- it's going to be another case of ready or not.
And did I mention I have a Modern X-tra to write before the New Year.
No?
I really am going mad.

Hugs around the world- and mail me, India on susan@susanstephens.net and we'll get something sorted out- don't know what- my dirty washing, probably.

Sxxx