I spent the week-end going back through Finding Papa's Shining Star and making minor changes both as requested by the editor issuing the contract and from my own perspective after having let the ms "ripen" a bit. It had already been revised multiple times, so hopefully this latest tweak will make the edits flow more smoothly.
The contract is signed (2 copies) and ready to be mailed tomorrow. The other documents could go back in an email---updated author information, as well as character description and ideas for the cover for the graphic artist. I requested the same artist (Rae Monet) who did the cover for book #1. She's terrific!
Anyone who has the idea that writing isn't a full-time, all-consuming job isn't considering the hours that goes into (a) writing the first draft (b) multiple revisions (c) edits (d) galleys and all the other details that goes into a finished product. How much simpler it must have been for Louisa May Alcott's Jo March in the immortal Little Women to sit in her chilly garret, wrapped in a comforter, and pen her little tales!
Personally, I find it amusing to picture myself living in a room high above a teeming city street, the quintessential literary persona, sporting gypsy-colored clothes that make a "statement", drinking wine from antique glasses, descending from my ivory tower at night to mingle with other "artists" in quaint, out-of-the-way bistros, and by day turning out pieces that will endure for all eternity.
In reality, I live in a house that must be kept clean, wear jeans and t-shirts or sweats (not to forget the moccasins!), drink milk and V-8 juice from a Dollar Store goblet and Diet DP from the can, close the blinds at dark and sit alone in the recliner to read, exhausted from a day of pounding the keyboard in hopes of turning out just one something to merit a check, however small.
My soul wants to soar, but it is anchored in the must do instead of the wish I could.
But then, without the "stuff of dreams", life would be dull indeed.