Good morning, shambling hordes! Have you entered the six jillion BAD TASTE IN BOYS contests to win a free copy? Links are in yesterday's post if you haven't.
I'm afraid all I can talk about these days is work and writing and things, because it's pretty much all I've been doing. I set out the slip n' slide (so often that it popped), douse the kids in sunscreen (despite the fact that the sun isn't showing up too much these days), and let them go all crazycakes while I squint at the laptop and hopefully type in edits that make sense.
I just know my editor is going to get the manuscript and send me a note saying, "Carrie, what exactly did you mean by changing the title to THE TIGER AND THE MUMPH? Is this a joke?"
And I will say, "BAHAHAHAHAHA! You fell for it!" Because I'm all suave that way. Of course, now that this is out in public, I guess I just de-suaved myself.
So anyway, it's all work, all the time here at Chez Harris. Edits for BAD HAIR DAY, the next Kate Grable adventure, are due on Friday. I finished the last of my scheduled interviews yesterday. And I've got oodles and oodles of awesome things for you to bid on in Night of the Giving Dead, the celebratory auction of epic epicness, coming on July 11th to a computer screen near you!
Anyway, with all this going on, there's not much time to eat, sleep, or breathe around here. But I'm having a blast! Yes, it's stressful and scary and surreal and probably some other things that begin with "S," only not slimy. But it's so much fun to open my inbox and see that people are excited to read my book or like my blog or think I'm certifiably insane. I keep thinking this will all feel real when I hit the next landmark, but I still feel like I'm dreaming.
Which is quite plainly awesome.