I finished the novel revision and sent it to my editor and she is pleased. That’s what we’re going for at this stage–a pleased editor. Now we move on to the line edits stage, the fine tuning. Revolution is almost done. Crazy to think it, after all this time, all these drafts.

While I wait to get those line edits, I’m working on a short piece for a very cool digital project. It involves responding to a photo from the National Archives. I chose a photo with chickens in it, so that will either prove to be a genius stroke of whimsy or a huge mistake. I don’t think it can fall in the middle with chickens involved. I was asked to submit a piece for the project, which is such a lovely and civilized way to go about things. I can only hope that some day I reach the point in my career where I no longer have to toss my work onto slush piles (she says as her tired old printer grinds out a story to toss on the Paris Review slush pile…) It was a solicited submission, not a guaranteed yes, though. I’ll give you more details about the project after I get a yes or a no on my submission. (Ah, but first I have to write it.)

That’s one thing I miss about having an agent–having someone else handle the literary journal submissions. (Though with that, as with my book deal, the only yeses I ever got I got on my own, so there’s that…)

(Apparently I am in a parenthetical mood today.)

Well, no…I’m in a grumpy, rundown, underslept, self-pitying mood today. How tiresome. I’ll let you go.

But first: I finished reading How to Get Into the Twin Palms last week and recommend it highly. Next up, I’ll be reading Dora: A Headcase. I’ll let you know how it goes.