After a lovely brunch/critique with only two of my critique partners (we're a group of six in total, but three were busy today), I came home and sat down to finish up the last few pages of revisions on MOST EAGERLY YOURS, only to hear such rumbling across the sky that I said, "uh uh," and shut down the computer I do my writing on, which, by the way, is not a computer I ever use to go online. I decided long ago that I wanted those two things kept completely separate. First of all, a computer that never goes online stays new and fast much longer since it doesn't get loaded up with cookies, graphics and temporary files. Secondly, I never have to worry about a virus wiping out the book I just spent the last how many months sweating over.
Anyway, every time I decide the weather has calmed down enough to start working, it starts thundering again. Scary thunder that sounds like explosions. Yet it refuses to just storm and get it over with. This is very frustrating. I feel like the fates are laughing at me, saying, "Oh, you think you're finally about to finish up those revisions? Not so fast!" Not that done is done, of course. I still have to print the whole thing out, proof it and find all the places where I can tighten - and believe me, there will be lots of those. And besides, done is NEVER really done. That's why publishers impose strict deadlines on their authors, because they know we can keep tweaking until the cows come home, whatever that really means. But it IS hard to say, "yeah, now it's perfect," and let a book go. Basically I know when I've changed contractions into full words only to change them back again, I've got to stop.
Ah, there's the lightning. That means I should probably turn off this computer too. Do you ever have days where you think the universe is conspiring to keep you from getting anything done?